i don't believe

I don't believe the existence of God.
but i was wrong.

I don't believe I could be loved for the way i was,
but i was wrong.

He sent his beloved angel down to earth.
An angel,
with a broken wing.
An angel,
with fear and her insecurities.

But this angel also comes
with a heart of gold,
with a smile that can brighten up the darkest night,
with a touch that could make everything seems so right.

We seems to stumble across each other,
like it was His plan.
To help fix His beloved angel's broken wings,
to be the hot air that enables her to soar back to Him
with renewed vigor,
with renewed hope.

I had fallen deeply for this angel.

I don't ever believe I could be loved and touched by an angel.
but i was wrong.