You kissed me softly with dews of the night
Your face shone smartly,a captivating sight.
In sweet morn dried those crystalised tears
And in vibrant night,you mute my living fears.
So winged,so holy,so awe divine
A gift from God lipped with heavenly signs .
As the sweet morning blooms rosy red
With dreams uncertain,away has fled.
For in a happy blossom of smiling skies
Is your white countenance of purity divine
Robed with fire and comfort upon your breast
That lays me down my troubled mind to rest.
Your love is cast upon my fainting will
Rushing streams so wild has broken still.
Celestial are thou,weilding the will of God
The most praised jewel of earthly form.
(This poem is for the angel contest)