My Savior, My Protector, and My Angel
An angel with scarlet hair and,
Lips of red that glisten,
In the morning dew.
Her eyes captivate my soul,
Taking me into ecstacy,
Of the flight of the bumble bees.
Her voice is like the music of the gods,
A vision of an angel.
Her touch heals my mind, body, and soul,
She is my savior, my protector, and my angel.
Thanks for letting me see the light,
When I only felt darkness.
She visits every morning,
Putting my mind at ease.
Does she realize how,
Thankful I am,
That she is my savior and nurse.
Copyright © Shirley Hudson | Year Posted 2023
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