You're no Gabriel, Michael, or Raphael
You have no wings or a halo on your head
Neither you live in a place beyond skies
nor you sing songs of praise while strumming the lyre.
What you are is an angel within reach
not beyond my sight, not far within my thoughts.
When you walk down the hall and flash a sweet smile
my world turns pink and feels like I'm in cloud nine.
But all these things are petty fantasies
Like a child dreaming of a fairy tale.
You have your own angel within your heart
whose means so divine and a brain so superb.
So I content myself by staring at you
Whenever you stand in the middle of the room
And I try to excel in all my schoolwork
because the truth is that you're my professor.
