What makes an angel of her?
Is it her kindness?
The way she drifts from one thought to another?
As a bounding dear skips through a wood
Simply her beauty?
Natural and understated
The intensity of her stare as she listens?
The hospitality of her smile?
Or is that simply the way I portray her?
Is it all in my mind?
Does not everybody see her as I do?
Could even I ever see her in a different light?
Unlikely my friends, she is beautiful,
Like that first ray of light,
That bursts through the rain clouds,
Bringing warmth and light,
Bringing the very essence of life,
Angelic in every sense,
Sight, sound and touch
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