To My Dear Angel Poem by Justin Reamer

To my Dear Angel,
The one whom Aphrodite blesses in thy beauty,
The one whom Flora adores most kind,
The one whom Demeter blesses with thy youth,
The one whom Hera envies in all of thine blond locks,
The one whom Artemis gives all the credit to,
The one whom Persephone gives unheralded praise,
The one whom Athena granted imminent wisdom,
The one whom Apollo blessed with the arts,
The one whom Dionysus stands and exalts,
The one whom Zeus looks on with infatuation,
I give my love to thee.

For thou art beautiful like all the cherubs
That liveth in heaven, who by their grace
Have served the Almighty for many millennia.
Thou art graceful, for the Lord hath blessed
Thee with all the wonders of the world.
Thine blond locks serve thee well
In accompanying thine beauty,
For they sway in the wind and shine whence the
Sunshine hits upon them,
And thine blue eyes the colour of the azure sea,
And the bright blue sky revealing much colour,
For the turquoise within them,
And the hazel they bring are very wonderful.
Thine eyes show the light of the world
As they become animated, showing thine vivacity,
Giving thee a sort of innocence, yet a sort
Of beauty which no man can ever stop gazing upon,
For 'tis special in every way known to man.

Thy smile is what makest the the most special,
For it lightens up thine whole face,
Making thee the brightest and most charming woman
In all the world, for thou art beautiful,
And I forgetteth not.
The way thou dancest in the starlight and the moonlight
Maketh my heart sing and beat to the drum
Of Harmony as he singeth in the midst of
All the joy the world hath come to know.
The way thou loveth to write and the way
Thou knowest thine intelligence,
Of which I commend thee,
Is enough to make any man mad for thee.
For thou art the most beautiful woman in the world,
And I hath never met a woman such as thee,
And thou art special,
Above all else,
Giving me a fragrance of wonder in
Which I canst remember thee.

Oh, beautiful Angel,
Light of heaven that thou art,
Blessed by God in every way,
Child of the Lord,
And sister of the Messiah in likeness
And most glorious divine,
To thee I give my love.
Yet, 'tis true, I know 'tis unrequited,
And for that, 'tis fine, for I
Want thee to have a happy life.
For the man that thou hath is
A great man, one whom I loveth with
All of mine heart, as well.
I know he loveth thee,
And I wot his lovingkindness,
For his heart is of purest gold,
And he will never mistreat thee.
He sees thine beauty as I do,
And I know he will be with thee.
For that reason, I cannot express the
Happiness and joy I have for thee,
For thou canst live a good life,
And thou canst be the greatest woman alive.

My Dear Angel,
I wish thee farewell,
And I bid thee true happiness in
Everything that thou dost.
I am happy that thou art with the
Man whom thou lovest so dear,
And I am happy thou canst be happy
With he who loves thee most,
For, yes, 'tis true that I love thee
With all of my heart, unconditionally,
But for thine happiness,
I wish thee well,
And may God bless thee in all
That thou livest for.
Adieu, and may God be with thee!