it was from the kiss of an angel
years ago
that my poetic visions were consummated
nurture my words
give them life
and give them purpose
the insecurities of my lips
born anew in my pen
to want, one must give...
within my angel
resides a deep enrichment of the mind
surpassed only by her expanding heart
you are my gift and my shield
my treasure and my muse |
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