When I close my eyes
I can see an angel.
Perhaps a memory,
Perhaps a dream.
Her smile touches my soul
and quickens my spirit,
A soft light crowns her head
and gently flows down her shoulders.
Her loving eyes reflect a heart
of pure gold and her laughter
stirs joy within my heart.
She moves with the calm grace and beauty
of a cloud carried by the wind.
Her fragrance is as soft as honeysuckle
in the dew of morning.
Her strength is like the rock, yet
she's as delicate as the wings of the butterfly.
Now when I open my eyes she is gone.
Like the mist that covers a pool
and so quickly disappears with the coming of noon.
Perhaps a memory,
Perhaps a dream.
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