Come in, or force the gate. Angel of love!Whose guardian wings hung oer me from my birth,And who still walkst unwearied by my side,How oft, O thou compassionate! And Miseries increase Accept our thanks for so great ablessing. Selected by Dr Oliver Tearle, Who deserves a place in heaven? Love may have occasionally seemed to Maya Angelou to be a pretty erratic creature, possibly even an unreachable angel. He first draws attention to the demythologizing process from the idea of angels in contemporary consciousness. The Angel in the House by Coventry Patmore, Angels, in the early morning by Emily Dickinson, 10 Comforting Poems About Guardian Angel Watching Over You, 12+ Beautiful Poems About The Human Heart. Thomas Dao is the guy who created Poem Home, a website where people can read about all things poetry related. You run down the cobblestones, covered in waning moonlight,and I marvel at your form.The drapes of your dress fly across;they are even lighter than your wingsdripping feathers like a welllosing the last clear drops of water.I do not rush towards you;I cross my legs on the bench,and my black, mesh skirt folds right over my legs.But I long for nothingjust for comfort.We always find ourselves nakedbut for whom do we stand before?You know my heart remains resolute throughthe secret garden of delights;the orchids turned to iceand they have not tempted me tonight.But where were you when the frost cameand killed those fresh cherriesbefore I could eat them?You thought of giving up flightSo, you could give something to the ordinary.I drip in sweat, but dew drops my eyes.I cannot wait for morning,for I will wrap myself up again,a present to the fall which persists through our wishesand keeps itself in a stasis.And yet you build yourself a fire,so that you may conjure the light again,so, you may purge yourself of the rightto self-indulge in what youve sinned against.Come onto me tonight, for the moon will fade,and only the clouds will watch over us.We need to stifle our worst fears,for God values our tears above all,but they will not crystalize for our protection-they remain to resemble our sorrows.Light all the candles on the boulevard,for one day, the streetlamps will burn outand the only way to buy fruitis to hold the others hand. I speak unafraid what I know to be true: .. Looking down on a worldof violence and spitean angel criesCries for the childrenin a nation of fearsCries for the peoplewho should have been their savior?How can civilizationlive like thisThis was gods creationnot gods damnationAn angel cries, May these guardian angel poems provide you with the good ideas, hope, and comfort you require, as well as help to quiet your mind and soul. Ben Adhems name led all the rest. Many religions around the world, from the Abrahamic religions such as Islam and Christianity to Sikhism and Zoroastrianism, have a concept of angels. But have you ever stopped to think about, 11 Poems About The Parents Love for Their Children, There is nothing like the love of a parent for their child. Time went on and as the speaker aged, she consequently ceased contemplating the kind angel. You are heaven-sent. The speaker addresses someone who has called them an angel, saying that they are only an angel because of the love they have received from the other person. Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight, Here's another angel-poem from Blake, this time exploring the themes of mercy, pity, and peace, and pitting the angel against the Devil himself. And seems to think the sin was hers; Peace. Lights dimmed in a cool marbled halla solitary candle flickerssoft chamber music echoesand my thoughts turn to Youdown on my kneesmemories come as love has gonehow many times have I begged?to have a heart to holda bond to buildan angel to adoreAgain, I beg for the couragethe strength to carry onto leadto liveto loveunconditionallyA bright ray of sunshinefilters through the stained-glass windowilluminating your imageheartaches soothe as I take in your essenceand I knowmy heart is meant for You, My love for you is magnifiedBy the curvature of my tearsIm lost within the corridorsOf my loving you all these yearsMy tears are not filled with sadnessThey are permeated with joyYou have helped me become a manWhos connected to inner boyWithin the chambers of my heartMy true self has now been revealedWhen you live beside an angelThere is nothing that cant be healedI dance within our memoriesAnticipate the ones to comeYoure the source of my happy tearsI dont regret a single one, He must have come from heaven; oh, how fair, How wrong I was! Over the new mown hay, We and our partners use cookies to Store and/or access information on a device. The wings of an angel is a magnificent sight to witness, as they serve as a symbol of Gods power and loving care for people. HEAVEN AND ANGELS Do you believe in Heaven, Where Angels get to sit on a Cloud. The night is spell bound with the Angels kiss. Your email address will not be published. His divine eyes, and bring us from his bowers . On Angles by Czeslaw Milosz challenges the modern worldview by addressing issues with angels and spiritual truths in general. Poems Write Groups. She loves with love that cannot tire; How Does The Soul Enter Heaven God has prepared a beautiful home for each one of us A paradise in vast ocean of pure gold far beyond the stars Where there's no. , Despite the fact that they just words, most individuals find solace in these poems. This, 5 Steps to Deal With Nerves Before A Poetry Slam, Many poets dont like to perform in front of a crowd. 1. Dickinsons Angels, in the early morning is about how the guardian angels are constantly by our sides. from this unknown that I would trespass on. So he took his wings, and fled; But Im only a poor man, and obviously the idea of making the sky into a blanket is silly and out of the question, so all I have of any worth are my dreams. who thy bright throne aboveHast left, to wander through this dismal earthWith me, poor child of sin! Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919) is sometimes derided as one of the worst popular poets ever, but although her poetry may lack the polish or depth of many of her contemporaries, theres something to be said for her simple, direct style, which she uses to good effect in this poem (reproduced in full here), which likens women to angels and, through this connection, uses the angel motif to symbolise Love. NOW!I asked my husband to take it for meYou have to pay the fine anyway, take it back tomorrowMy faith in the voice was soul felt.I took the library book back.Seventeen preteen and teen girls were in the library parking lot, lost.They were from a small town, and they had no idea how to get back to their busesWorried sponsors would be looking for them.Seventeen lost girls.Get in! I said.I hit the unlock button, and they piled in the biggest station wagon on the planet.I took them back to their buses where ten worried adults were staring into space.Wondering where seventeen lost girls were.I think their guardian angels had faith that I would hear their plea.That I would come by myself, a small woman alone, so they would not be frightened.They had to find a woman who also had a large vehicle.Their faith in me and mine in them intensified that day in March 1980. an angel must have followed meI felt a cool wind behind me, like a breeze,I was cold and lonely, didnt know I had a journey,I spent years just roaming in the streetsI never found my destiny I wrote,despite confusion and loneliness, my path became clear,seeking a refuge, a new hope somehowI learned to strike beyond the reaches of fear.walking down a rainy dark street alone,whenever I just let it go,an angel, somehow, follows me home, I spread my wingsI spread my tearsI spread my soul to the guardians of the skysI spread my weakness to the son of GodI tell God do not let my fears get to the devilWhen my fears get to the devil it stays inside the shadow of darknessWhen I go into the darknessit tends to stay there for the long periods of timeWhen I cant get out, I am trapped insideI tend to pray for a guardian angel to appear inside the darknessto Help me find my way out and reach out for meI still tend to get trapped inside this hollow weakness shadow of mine, I lifted you upYour feet dragging on the groundYour strength shows my weaknessCharged with your guidanceI failedLeft in my careYou falteredYet, I gave all I hadPowerful wings of GodCould not save meFor I could not save youFrom my inadequaciesSo, my wings foughtTo keep you aliveFought to raise youAs high as youAre intended to beNever realizingYou were boundTo the shadowsBeneath youShackled to your painI could not forgeThe gale force neededTo release youLeft in my careYou falteredCharged with your guidanceI failedPunished with wingsThat cracked under the pressureOf showing youWhere you could beNow, I am hereEver by your sideEarthboundPerhaps nowI am strong enoughto carry you, To my Guardian Angel:Ive not seen you or met you,But you speak to me through my eternal soul,And I feel your presence, especially during my darkest moments.What youve done for me, no one has ever done for me.You see my good, my bad and, sadly all too often, my ugly.But, despite my shortcomings, you love and care for me just the same.You see through my weaknesses.You see the wonderful man behind all the faults,And you love and support me through my best and worst of times.Yours is the gift of perception given only by God Himself.I am so grateful for you and your gift, given so freely to me.I bet the other Guardian Angels taunt and chastise you.I bet they tell you Im not worth it or to let me taste my fate.I know its got to be tough standing up for me and for what you believe.But thats who you are: always strong, always faithful, always true.THANK YOU for never giving up on me, even when I angered you.THANK YOU for seeing the beautiful soul I am as I journey through this life.THANK YOU for fighting for me when I wont even fight for myself.THANK YOU for protecting me and my life.Everything I am, all that I will ever be, is largely due to you and God.Id like to meet you one day,If for nothing else, but to simply hug you and say THANK YOU.What an amazing, good, true and faithful servant you are.What an amazing, good, true and faithful friend youve been to me.Truly, I have been blessed to have you in my life.Thank for being so very amazing.Thank you for being such a faithful steward of your God-given gift.THANK YOU for saving my life, Guardian angel you have the beauty of a heavenly soulYou watch over us from birth till we are old.You silently observe all the action of every dayYou are there too when we kneel to pray.God has ordained a helper for you to beTo bring us back for his face to see.Our consciousness is our means of awareness of youBelieving in what God has said to be true.With faith we will be able to receive our rewardAnd that is to one day come to rest in heaven,with you and the lord, God has sent His angelsTo gather here on earthAnd surround us with their presenceFrom the moment of our birthI believe they intercedeAnd oftentimes appearTo protect us in our time of needGuardian angels always nearSo never fear what lies aheadAs you travel each day throughFor there are angels by your sideWatching over you. As my ship skims the sea, I look up from the deck. To the East with praise he turned, Nevertheless, a sense of peace, self-acceptance, wholeness, and even timelessness subtly permeates the entire poem. Than to cry out to my Angel, to save my day. - Anonymous. Harper (1938-2016) was an American poet and English professor at Brown University, who was born into a lower-middle-class black family and became the Poet Laureate of Rhode Island from 1988 to 1993. Maybe then we will be a guardian angelAnd watch over someone from up in the skyAlways ready to reach out the a help themAnd never letting them know the reason why. Down pourd the heavy rain , Angels are all around us, even if we dont realize it or see them. And if he once, by shame oppressd, Everyone should believe in angelsThey surround you everydayThey help and protect youLove and care for youThey try not to let you downBut even angels make mistakesDo you believe is angels?I doI call them my friendsThey do all the things an angel shouldThey make you laugh when youre sadMake you feel better when youre sickStand up for you when youre tormentedLove you when you feel as if no one doesDoesnt that sound like an angelTo me it doesEveryone needs an angelAt least one good oneOr your life isnt completeAnd wont beTill you find your special angel. Witty and well-constructed, Heaven is an overlooked poem in Brookes oeuvre, but we think its one of his best. I used to be a fearless angel,With a halo and I could fly.But you took my wings away.So, I cover my wounds and cry.I try to take to the skies,But my feet wont leave the ground.Look at all of my tears.As they glisten all around.My life seems dim and cold.As my arms reach out for you.All alone in a darken corner.With a heart so lonesome and blue.Awake at morn, tears on my cheeks,Screaming out your name.I hate myself for everything.Even though youre the one to blame.So, I guess Im a fallen angel,With nowhere left to turn.My once loving heartIn pain it starts to burn. But nevermore, with the wings of the Angels. MORNING, evening, noon, and night,Praise God! sang Theocrite. The poems portrayal of women serves as an example of the Victorian theory ofseparate spheres. Guarded by an Angel mild: poem about a guardian angel by Annette Tannetta (Wales U.K. ) I AM THE WAY I thought I heard an Angel Knocking at my door I must have been just dreaming The knocking was no more I thought I heard a whisper It said all will be well I must have been just dreaming I really couldn't tell I'm sure that someone touched me A gentle hand on mine , An angel is a God-sent envoy who is graphically portrayed as a feathered human. Angels fly in the skyNot visible and shyPerform duties on commandHave no desire & no demandOut of them four are majorSeek to deliver on orderOne is for the booksMessage to messenger looksSecond is on pouring rainsEarth to fertile for grainsThird is on taking lifeWithout weapon or knifeFourth is ready with sureTo destroy earth to sky sure. You are my angelYou came to my rescueI never thought I would loveUntil you came my wayYou are my lovely angelWhen I need you most?You are there for meWhat would I do without you?Life is full of ups and downsAt times things dont go the way we wantCommunication is the keyTo a happy relationshipWe always find our wayBeing with you, talking to youGives me joyYou are my angelI will treat you more than a queenThe feeling that I have for you is so strongThis feeling cannot be wrongDarling, you are my angel.I love you, My angel is the one who looks over meMy angel is the who cares for meMy angel is the one who loves meMy angel has beautiful brown eyesMy angel has beautiful black hairMy angel will be there when I get hurtMy angel will be the one that is always on my mindHe is the angel that keeps me breathingHe is the angel of my dreamsHe is the angel that keeps me aliveMy angel will cheer me up when Im sadMy angel will love me for meHe is my angel of my life. Later, the angel flew away, leaving the speaker to be so upset that it made her more brittle. In autumns wind, I look up to the sky.How sweet the breath of love upon my face!In rustling leaves, I hear you softly sigh;in autumns wind, I look up to the skyand see what time and death cannot erase. Soon my Angel came again; It is an 'interdicted land' - one, perhaps, we are not meant to find yet Gerard Manley Hopkins, ' Heaven-Haven '. T. S. Eliot, The Hippopotamus. Please send my friend an angelsend her one of minea loving and caring onethe best that you can findPlease send my friend an angeland trust her with its caresomeone or something for her to loveand to always be therePlease send my friend an angelone to help her fill her dayswith hope, love, and laughterand the worth of sunshine raysPlease send my friend an angelyou know she gave me of mineplease send her down an angela true friend hard to find. The premise of this poem is a comparison between the large African mammal and the Roman Catholic Church, which culminates with the hippopotamus being lifted up to heaven, surrounded by a choir of angels. I have fallen from sky,Fallen to the ground,I am the angel of sadness,Angel of lost hopes,Angel of lost dreams,I am the fallen angel,Fear me not,I am here for reason,That reason is to have a second chance in life,That life I was given for a reason,They took my wings,They took me apart made me human,I was the fallen angel,But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given,This angel wont make the same mistakes she made before,This angel will go down the right path that has been chosen for her,This fallen angel know what she has to do to be forgiven. This 1968 poem was written at the height of the US civil rights movement. It requires. ),girdled with the lightning.I have heard that voice many a time when asleepand, what is strange, I understood more or lessan order or an appeal in an unearthly tongue:day draws nearanother onedo what you can. And what is heaven like? See more ideas about angel, angel quotes, i believe in angels. To fix your broken heart of detatched love. . But this time, instead of smiling, they sigh. What can it mean? But more than mundane weeds are there, The Angels are happy to perform this task with a smile. Your email address will not be published. The speaker likens love to angels angelic purity. Here's a small excerpt: Heaven got another angel the night you left this world behind Heaven got a little better the day that it took you away from me I'm missing you tonight I'll see you again sometime For now, I'll close my eyes Angels Singing. And on his sight the angel burned . Specifically, the final part of the trilogy, Paradiso, is of particular interest here, where the poet is guided by his muse, Beatrice, to heaven. The wings of an angel is a magnificent sight, 8 Poems About Respect Worth Paying Attention To, Respect is something that is often taken for granted. And dreams are delicate and vulnerable hence Tread softly. Mercy, Pity, Peace And haycocks looked brown. In the opening lines, we see the Angels smilingly soaring with their tiny charges amid the morning dews. ThereParadiseis found , One of a number of poems Emily Dickinson wrote about heaven, this poem is about how paradise is always just out of reach, like an apple hanging just a little too high up on the tree. Although difficult to define or comprehend, love was presumably an important component of Angelous life; it would have evoked, as it does in the poem, recollections of both happiness and suffering. "God's Grandeur," Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889) The world is charged with the grandeur of God. Hurled headlong flaming from th ethereal sky, If you suddenly forget meWherever you areClose your eyes listen to your heartLike the wind, you can hear my voiceIf you suddenly forget meNothing hurts more, but I do not want to cryTime passes and you feel me in a dreamAlways remember the smell of my perfume and my soft lipsIf you suddenly forget meI will never regret loving youWhen night comes, and you feel so aloneIn peaceful harmony a soft heart sings with angel wings, Go to sleep my angel and dreamOf heavenly places and heavenly facesYou shall be missed, my angel but rest in peaceIn this world you could easily get hurtDont fret my angel you are safe in Gods armsHe will take care of youAnd will always be with youMortal dreams of riches, but my angelYou are rich for eternal lifeSo, sleep now angel you are full of love and beautyWe will all be with you soonSweet dreams my angelWhen you wake up, youll know thatYour dreams have come true. I once was here but now Im goneI wasnt here for very long.You held me close as if you know.That someday soon I wouldnt be with you.No one knows why God called me that day.But in his arms, I now must stay.But Im still here right by your sideand in my heart, I feel your pride.I miss you all everydaybut in this place, I now must stay.But dont feel sad as Im not farIm in the wind the sun and that shining star.So, mummy and Daddy pleasedont cry as Im always here right by your side.Always with you! Open thy gates - Anonymous. Than to cry out to my Angel, who will save me another day. So I hold on tight and close my eyes. Which makes women angels! The poem Angels by Russell Edson is a dark and unsettling depiction of angels as creatures that are misunderstood and mistreated by humans. And clogged with burden of mortality . Angels Wings by Jennifer Kilby Though the night through the pain. News of dear friends, and children who have never The poems speaker tells of his disillusionment with this world and its modern warfare and inventions and of his sense of release at having found a new world. was nothing like what he had promised me. Ella Wheeler Wilcoxs poem Angel Or Demon explores the idea that love has the power to transform a person into either an angel or a demon. They are best as objects of torment. They are mine, my own bright darlings, come from heaven to visit me. Oft, when my spirit doth spread her bolder wings, Angels Quotes. They are not at all enthusiastic about this job. 'The Woman and the Angel' by Robert Service - This poem talks about an angel who has become fairly bored of his life in heaven and comes to spend time on earth. where I am disembarked at last . Heres another angel poem with links to the American civil rights movement. Before Coventry Patmore popularised the term angel in the house in a hugely popular Victorian poem (see below), Leigh Hunt, a friend of both Keats and Dickens, used the expression as the title of this poem, which we quote in full here. I dreamt a dream! I live in but you. In heaven, all the angels singHis grace has filled her with angelic mirthThough quickly earth reclaims the pyres ashHow swift the ceaseless seasons of the sunGrief fades and loneliness becomes the lashA harsh reminder of that special oneBut in our times of sad and dark despairOur angel fans the dying flame of loveNo longer suffering, her joy she sharesReminding us shes waiting up aboveThis life is for the living, not the deadOur day will come, when no more tears are shed. Do you have any further inspiring angel poems to share? My love, you are heaven-sent, you are so beautiful more like an angel. God, in his profound wisdom and kindness, had gifted Humanity with angels to encourage and aid us through lifes difficulties. Crushed. Happiness. In mind to mount up to the purest sky; He is the author of, among others, The Secret Library: A Book-Lovers Journey Through Curiosities of History and The Great War, The Waste Land and the Modernist Long Poem. Henry Vaughan (1622-95) was a Welsh Metaphysical Poet, although his name is not quite so familiar as, say, Andrew Marvell. In adamantine chains and penal fire, Among John Donnes love poems, this one is considered to be particularly sophisticated. Th infernal Serpent; he it was whose guile,Stirred up with envy and revenge, deceivedThe mother of mankind, what time his prideHad cast him out from Heaven, with all his hostOf rebel Angels, by whose aid, aspiringTo set himself in glory above his peers,He trusted to have equaled the Most High,If he opposed, and with ambitious aimAgainst the throne and monarchy of God,Raised impious war in Heaven and battle proud,With vain attempt. Of rebel Angels, by whose aid, aspiring Later on, the angel returned, but it was too late for her to receive angelic guidance. What does it mean to be worthy of a place in heaven? A daughter is beauty at its finest.Heart of an angel, soul so pure, and sweet.Daughters are one of Gods most precious gifts that he has bestowed upon the world.Angels in Heaven do not compare to thine beauty, and grace my ever so beautiful, and lovely daughter.Seeing you at birth brought more joy to methan all the money in the world could ever do.You are morning, bright, and shining,you are noon, you reside at the highest point in my heart,you are the dew kissed night.You are my daughter, heart, and soul. And Paradisal grubs are found . The gist of this poem, one of Yeatss most popular poems, is straightforward: if I were a rich man, Id give you the world and all its treasures. When we have crossed that shining waterAnd our time on earth shall be no moreThere we will meet our guardian angelWaiting for us on the other shore. When sorrow is presented theres no alternative way. With it, Collins tried to express a viewpoint on how religion is understood and how angels are viewed. W. B. Yeats, He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven. And through this depression I have been strangled. If I were a god, I could take the heavenly sky and make a blanket out of it for you. I dreamt a dream! The speaker also suggests that all people have the potential for both good and evil within them, and it is love that determines which side is emphasized. You are my Angel,Watching me above.You are my Angel,Its you I love.You are my Angel,I never doubt you.You are my Angel,I love you true.You are my Angel,Never in the wrong.You are my Angel,Love is lifelong.I wont even doubt,That you never hear my shout.My wishes, prayers and dreams,All my tears and screams.You have carried me along,Even when Im in the wrong.You have held my hand,But now I must stand.You taught me words,The calls of birds.You never said a letter,Still, you taught me to be better.You never showed me,What life could be.You only showed me,What I could achieve.I look up to a star,And wish you werent so far.Because nobody can know,That I cant let go.I need you Granddad,Take away all the bad.I know you cant say its alright,But its written in the clouds tonight.I love you,I love you true.You love me,How more perfect can this be?Because youre not with me, but youre here. Where do angelsfly in the firmament,and how many can danceon the head of a pin?Well, I dont careabout that pin dance,what I know is thatthey rest, sometimes,in the tops of the treesand you can see them,or almost see them,or, anyway, think: what awonderful idea.I have lost as you andothers have possibly lost abeloved one,and wonder, where are they now?The trees, anyway, aremiraculous, full ofangels (ideas); evenempty they are agood place to look, to putthe heart at restall thoseleaves breathing the air, sopeaceful and diligent, and certainlyready to bethe resting place ofstrange, winged creaturesthat we, in this world, have loved. . The poem rewrites the book of Genesis in poetic form, which chronicles the decline of Lucifer the fallen angel and his allies. What manner of an angel be?my love, who standeth here?Such beauty did I never seein any Earthly year.What mighty magic has she castto make me love her so,that if I should for aeons last,still with her I shall go?What wonders lay beneath her breastand weigh my heart like stones?These eyes of mine did never reston any sweeter bones.What better end have I to meetthan fore my Lady break meto lift me in her embrace sweetand to her darkness take me? A guardian angel watches over and safeguards you at all times. "One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil. What a day to celebrate, what a time to cheer,God shined upon us all and sent you here.You could have gone to others, somewhere far away,But then we could not celebrate this joyous, happy day.At times I often wonder if you really know just howYou touch our lives with loveliness and always have somehow.You are a sweet example of an angel here on earth;Most times you do not realize your own self worth.For as each angel crosses from heaven to this world,They leave behind their angel wings, folded and unfurled.They hope to keep them safely set aside until the dayThey leave this world and travel back from where they came.They hope the deeds they do for others while they tarry hereWill earn them back their angel wings, once again to wear.I know a little secret that others can not tell,Its all about the sister that I know so very well.Your wings are not in heaven waiting there for you,You earned the right to wear them proudly each day through.Others can not visualize things only seen by me,For I can see your angel wings as clearly as can be! I heard a Devil curse Read More Len Gasun Categories: heaven, spiritual, How Does The Soul Enter Heaven At his curse the sun went down, And that I was a maiden Queen We often show respect to others without thinking, and sometimes we, We all know that the human heart is a symbol of love. They watch over, guide, and protect us at various phases of our lives. The cemetery wasBefore my very eyes, stillnessAutumn leaves a blanket on the deadThe cemetery wasThere, as it always was thereFrom childhood till nowThe cemetery wasFor me, my escape, comfort and refugeAmong the strangers and the deadThe cemetery wasMy pathway to the heavensThe gateway to my dreamsThe cemetery wasUntil that one fateful dayMy sanctuaryThe bullet wasnt even meant for you my loveYou are dead none the less, beneath meI, who weeps at your grave, lifeless tooNow the cemetery is my hellTormented by what ifsI breathe the autumn frost onlyThat one dayOur daughter will becomeYou, Today another angel got her wingsPromoted for a job well done on earthRejoice! I was armed, he came in vain; Shadow not over the words of loveLove is a language known only to the heartHear it in the wind and the birds abovePaint it on a canvas skin and call it artEternal beauty walks among us allSeekers of knowledge may know its nameBut true wisdom lies in hearing its callAs the oceans cause the moon to waneIts gentle touch, abundantly crystallineEuphoric in nature, its secret is keptWith its healing powers all part divineThough many an angel from love has weptCompassion and caring, make loves trinityAnd kindness a guide that leads to blissSo, make love your one and true realityFor you are worth much more than this, Under your heavenly gaze magic appears perfecta thousand whispers sail through the oceans currenteach wave warmly echoes of a sun filled promiseOur time is held when precious jewels they glimmerevery breath gasp breathless holding dearest soulwhere the silken ribbons circle around a gift tiedwrapped within angel rays floating inside heartbeats.
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