I have heard angels fly on golden wings And I believe they do Doves represent the purest form of love And I suppose that’s true Sweetheart there is a simple fact That I wish you to know The beauty of both the Angels and Doves Live inside your soul Sweetheart you are an angel Precious as can be With a love that is pure As a snow white doves could ever be As I sit here in this prison I am left to fight All the pain of being separated From my hearts delight I am starting to understand The pain of prison blues Because I know without a doubt Another filled my shoes There is nothing to excuse Nothing to forgive Even though time has stopped for me You must continue to live It is only now I can see What I’ve done to you Leaving you in a situation Forced to do what you must do As you do, what you must do I wish you to know That I am praying to the Lord above To protect your soul When they finally set me free With tears in my eyes On the wings of Angels and Doves Straight to you I’ll fly We shall share a precious gift Given to us by God above Then delivered to the two of us On the wings of Angels and Doves The gift I speak of at the end of this poem was our daughter Michaela. After hearing she was born I didn't get another letter for over a year. Prison teaches one all about pain and heartache. I wrote poems and mailed them home everyday during that year and finally right before my release I received a letter. That was one of the happiest days of my life for I knew I could go home. I will never put my family at risk again for I found my heart and soul that year. thank you