Ive searched a thousand songs for words that I
Might find some verse to voice my love aloud.
Yet cover I my heart and mutely lie.
One such as mes not meant for one as proud
And beautiful as dawns first splendrous rays,
The maiden blades of golden morning light.
But tarry, angel; linger in my gaze.
Give audience to my sonnet for a night.
My sleepless soul sings praises without end
My being longs for naught but yours to be.
My angel, know that heaven is to spend
A moments fraction in your company.
My vision glows with boundless love restrained,
And sadly must my lips leave you unnamed.















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