(Angelic Perfection 2)
"You'd really give, me back your wings?
halo and harp, and charished things?
And all for this, supose-ed love?
and just to find, your turtle dove?"
"I would my Lord, I love him so,
but give my life, to your control."
She closed her eyes, braced for the worst,
then felt his arms, her true love's first.
So God gave her, what her heart strived.
her turtle dove, to share their lives.
The feelings felt, she won't forget,
memories of God, so close she kept.
And everytime she sees her love
she gives a smile, sends one above.
A true love's heart, a perfect place.
no words come close, but Heavens taste.
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Keith A. Lynema