My angel flies to me.
My angel flies to me on silken wings, her apparition wafts to me
As if a memory on a breeze
I cannot touch her, and yet she can touch me
Her touch is upon my soul, my heart, my very breath
She is my comfort; her very presents would calm the wildest sea
Her beauty is unsurpassed, her splendour supreme
Oh how I long to be able to feel that vision, to sense her closeness, to caress her body
And then, as if in a broken dream, she is gone
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