A being of peace a being of love
Purest beauty from the heavens above
Drifting in on gossamer wings
Speaking of truth and beautiful things
Surrounded by hope and an aura of light
Sweet as a child, with a gods might
Kindness delight, pleasure divine
Gentlest kiss, sweeter than wine
Caresses so fine, with silken soft skin
Spreading their tenderness, to out from within
This dungeon I've seen is filled with such love
All of them drifting from heaven abovePaine's Poems
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