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Beneath soft angles

caressed by gentle soul light,

My angel sleeps

And her world she imagines and dreams

so mysterious to me

a vision deeper than words.



She's so close to me

But closer to perfection

So far above me

But I'm content to surrender

And to gaze upward

To bathe in the whisper of her name

And ideas of her thoughts.



Wistfully I wish

To see the world through her eyes

Life she lives, air she breathes

So ethereal to me, as I cradle

Unborn dreams in the heaven of her soul.



Yearning... It burns me

To need her so

To gently nestle and

Hold her heart in the warmth of my life

Cheek to cheek with an angel and light.



I feel her tears

And I ache to the depths of infinity.

My soul smiles when she's happy

There's warmth when she's safe.



Tenderly

I touch her cheek

And tears fill my eyes

Each with the truth

Of what I feel inside.

I am so lost in her,

Yet I've found in her:

My timeless, truest love.



NJP 25 March 2002