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 06/03/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.