Angel

You mark me with splendor

You give me a relationship

Between what can be and what is

You fold into my life angelic dreams

And a symphony of violins

Play into my ears

Tenderly making me

Seem lifted and comforted

With my eye so clear on your wings

I can be won within your spirit

You capture my heart

And sewn in me is the art

The cures my insatiable

Desires to be pure


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