Angel Poem by Timothy Honeycutt

Lord forgive me for watching one of your angels bathe in the pool of internal youth.

For her beauty is that of only heaven from heaven itself and only from Eden itself.

To watch her spread her wings like that of the sun rising from its night sleep heals my soul.

Such beauty before my very eyes starts my heart to beat and pound like drums of war.

Not war does my heart drums and feel but beats that of love and grace from the beauty in my eyes.

No two brightest stars in the heavens could compare to her pulchritudinous eyes.

Her eyes shine like blue diamonds in the sun and Gilmour like pools of water in Amazon forest.

Her hair is that of beautiful brown silk blowing in a spring breeze sliding over her shoulders.

The scent of her body flows thru the air is that of no sweetness on earth could match.

No rose or Gardenia sweet scent could match her scent of heaven made in the Garden of Eden.

This moment my eyes have shall be their treasure and my heart shall never forget such beauty.

6-26-09