Descending from the firmament
Unlike the falling Star
Glorious in the descent to the earth
Is My Angel
Robed in Satin, Covered with the most
precious of all stones,
Emerald, Sapphire, Topaz
Are not glorious enough in splendor
My Angel is,
You are My Angel
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