Guardian Angel
She floats through sleepy cobwebs to the bed,
the whispering queen descends as in a dream.
The morning here with highlight hair
and misty face, i taste the smell of sweet perfume
and love that feels the room
with sunlight glow and warm embrace.
'The food of love', my body aches towards her now
anticipating, screaming with a need
yet wanting more the touch of heavens' angel
sent from high to tell of paradise
that only she could bring.
I sing the praises and heart-felt urges
to adore and capture precious moments
such as these, wanting not my dreams
become but fading memories.
She floats through sleepy cobwebs to the bed
and drifts into my heartbeat like a song,
i know that in this world and in this life,
i have found where i belong.
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