|Dear, Sweet Angels (standard:poetry, 136 words)|
|Author: Dani||Added: Jul 20 2002||Views/Reads: 1488/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|I think that it explains itself|
O, Dear, sweet Angels Carry my spirt high above the clouds that I may dance with my one true love. And if thou will not, I shall build wings by my own hands and soar through the sleek and pillowy clouds to gaze upon the tanness of his silken face. If my own breath should ever be stolen from my lungs, that would not keep me from him. And if I, in a moment, had no more sight in my eyes, I would still know his presence- even with the most silent of steps. To know him is a privlege in itself. To love him- there are no words grand enough in all of heaven and earth. To know that I am loved equally so, is a gift only given by God's gacious and loving hand. Tweet
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