I always thought angels hovered around her
Nobody could be that nice without angelic influences
She even looked like a beautiful angel without wings
Wondered if she was one and her name was Angelica
Never heard her say a mean word against anyone
Or lose control of her nonexistent temper
Was with her for a wondrous, magical year
Loved her unconditionally and platonically
A saintlike woman too pure to sexually corrupt
Surprisingly that was how I felt, her way as well
She believed real love should be beyond the physical
Strange though it may seem to you and anyone else
Pure and heavenly as she was I was okay with that
Unexpectedly for the first time in my unrestrained life
I enjoyed the sweet innocence of that absence of lust
She was the greatest, most memorable love of my life
The hovering angels took her home in the spring of 83
Flowers faded, a rainbow blossomed in the sky
And I always knew she was destined for the higher world
And would only be on earth with me momentarily
And I believe now she has heavenly wings
But O how she was the greatest love of my life
I miss you Angelica
Bob Boyd