On the door

In the living room

A golden piece of paper

Sat tacked, neat

And just waiting to be read.

When I picked up the paper

My eyes widened...

In vibrant red cursive

The letters shone so bright

This poem I'm reading

Touches my heart;

It's all so crystal clear.

Scrolling down to the final line,

I read the last line out loud:

"Be my Heaven. Be my Earth.

Be...my angel."