My Angel

Written By: Emile Saurette

To be kissed by an angel, is but a dream
until she brings you higher, amidst her wings.
To be blessed by an angel, is yet, such a gift without master,
unowned even by it's seeker.
To be loved by an angel, is such an opportunity, it floods your mind,
with awe and tranquility
The scent of an angel, is thine of the heavens, a reminder from above,
sought out through her love.
The voice of an angel, is so comforting to the ear, nothing can compare,
to this song all so rare.
The skin of an angel, is so soft to the touch, as the clouds,
on which she once solomley vowed.
An angels respect, is one never yet seen, for it to be faithfull,
it must first and formost be mutual.
An angel's company, is that of fulfillment, and comprehensiveness,
to be unappreciative would be pure foolishness.
An angel's warmth, embeds man's emotions, providing a haven,
from the world's distortion o' so driven.
My angel's mind and body, perfectly orchestrated, linked in symphony,
conducted to quante harmony.
My angel's eyes, as deep as night itself, yet as bright as the sun,
hypnotise my mind to complete oblivion.
My angel's lips, the result of perfection, one day soon I hope to kiss,
and fill my love's emotional abyss.

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