Ilya Shambat Poet Iambic Pentameter

My angel

My angel takes away my pain

And gives to me the love I treasure;

My angel comes to me like rain

And gives to me delight and pleasure;


My angel sprinkles me with stars

And then illumines me with sunshine;

To Venus, Jupiter and Mars

We fly and carry in our passion;


My angel lends a helping hand

And gives the solace to the needy;

My angel looks to sea and land

And in them all creation heeds - and


When we are talking, all is right

And then we are birds of a feather -

In day, in twilight and the night

Me and my angel soar together.

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