Heaven must have opened up
Its
portals for an instant
Giving
temporary freedom for
An
angel to fulfill my dreams.
Falling
like a downy feather
Through
the gentle air of morning,
Playing
softly on my heartstrings,
You
have touched my very soul.
And
I lie captured by your spirit,
Longingly
and willingly to
Do
your bidding, win your favor,
Touch
your scented haloed hair.
You
approach and I surrender
Caring
not for human pride,
Knowing
I am only half, that
You
complete me, make me whole.
As
I pause to count the blessings
Which
most certainly abound,
Not
a one could be more precious
Than
my angel falling down.
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