One
Angel drifts and turns my way .. eyes leaving nothing left to say.
A
loving promise in her smile .. that I can safely rest awhile.
Angel
guardian by my bed .. rings of roses round her head,
Robes
of bluepink, rose-lace gold .. pearl tipped wings gently fold.
I
peacefully sigh in dusky light .. Angel guardian guard the night,
Until
my promised dream comes true .. and I become an Angel, too.
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