(03/30/58 / Gowanda NY)

She Walks With Angels

Her spirit is like none I've ever adored.
She radiates a magnificence.
So much resembling a performance by God;
In the climax of a storm.

I wait impatiently just to see her face.
The smile of that beautiful face.
Every line a note of a song not yet written;
But thought of in a harmony that lingers in my memory.
Leaving myself in a daydream holding her in a lasting embrace.

Do I dare present myself?
Me, an unworthy servant of society.
Holding a dream that I must let known to my heart's desire.
The fire consumes my emotions with feelings that overwhelm.
Or place my needs aside with so many left upon a shelf.

Who am I to hold such a dream of a woman who walks with Angels?
My angel!
My dream.

(06/22/2014)

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beautiful! great! lovely! me, an unworthy servant of society.- you are actually worthy to society of poetry. thank you
So beautiful it touch my heart .
Beautiful
Uncertainty and doubt wrapped between the linings of a love that has been realized, but not yet begun. Sincere and beautiful emotions, touching the heart with a soft sadness and quiet timid joy, afraid to be exposed as yet. Thank you for sharing, great poem! RoseAnn
A wonderfully woven melancholy poem...Who is this lady you have written about, Donald? 10/10...
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