Angels - Poem by Alexander Thomas
The feather on the wind,
You to me are eternal innocence,
You are the tender breath of life,
The stream of my blood.
Your eyes are as bright as a million suns,
Your smile more dazzling than gold,
You are the flame that lit the fire of my heart,
You are the light of my soul.
You illuminate my dreams that rest as a galaxy,
You appear to me as the brightest star,
You thing of beauty, you thing of love,
You will always shine as the stars above.
You were surely heaven sent,
You are the flash in the dark,
The beginning, the end,
A miracle too great to comprehend.
A pure spirit of divine origin gliding with gilded wings,
You fell across me as a wish from a shooting star,
If angels are real then our love in heaven forever we will seal,
As together we will stand as seraphs hand in hand.
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