Pips

Fizzy wine and orange juice.

Eggs with bacon, joe and waffles. 

Laughs and snaps and writing too. 

Wrapped up with pips, it wasn't awful. 

Now it's over, done away with. 

Everyone is fast asleep. 

On the couch and stupid tired. 

Thinking, tapping, drinking tea. 

I think I met an angel too.

And yes, I mean in person. 

So sweet they are, I kid you not. 

No silliness or cursing. 

And then we read the bible. 

And prayed and felt such joy.  

The whole, whole time I couldn't stop

From thinking of her voice. 

With eyes that glistened green and gray

The time she heard me out. 

The way she walked and talked and laughed. 

And how she doesn't pout. 

I think one day, I'll keep one. 

I'll keep one for myself. 

Perhaps she'll be my angel then,

And Ill want nobody else.