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Monday, 22 May 2017

A Saintly Angel

A beauty within without blemish, a purity that I cherish as a blessing.
Look, and you will see harmony in her and I together, and thus stressing
That angelic caressing of my outward transgressing is a cure not to ignore.
I am a new shape to mould, in and out of body, as in experience before.

Clare is a pilgrimage of wayfaring worth, and I will pay homage in kind
To her Christianly deeds of charitable needs; an odyssey I will truly find
Enlightening to expectations from her revelations of heavenly supplications.
She is a temple of wisdom remedying my suffering with godly interventions.

I will embrace her morality with a similarity of my own, that we can nurture;
We can weather life’s storm of flooding tears with good character and nature,
And soak up our sorrows to brighten our tomorrows with visionary insight
Of a new testament to love and to hold - a passion to recite with literary might.

She has an aura veiling her, bright like the sun, which emits intellectual grace,
And as I study this illumination highlighting her infallible beauty upon my face,
I am drawn in to her forgiving heart, wrapped in a halo, that warms my being.
I am redeemed in her guidance and inspiration, and I’m now a sight worth seeing.

© Andrew Stevenson 22/05/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye. 

2 comments:

  1. A poem written straight from the heart unless I'm very much mistaking, it was beautiful.

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    1. Thank you very much for thinking so. I appreciate your comment. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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