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The Beauty of An Angel

It is the storm that we brave when there is no sight to see. 
But that of your beauty that I strive for when I live this life in despair. 
It is there my heart soars is where the eagle is. 
Way up yonder in the blue skies of heavens grace. 
There my soul laids deep in a love of wonders and maze. 
That of an angel to which darkens my door steps. 
Not with death does she bring but that of my heart she holds there. 
It is with love I have lost myself as I search to find again. 
But there you shine a light brighter then the moon itself. 
As I see a star shine through them cloudy days. 
Just knowing you are there and we share the greatest thing of all. 
And that is the love of two hearts desire. 
That it is there I breathe the air of my breath as my love is that of an undying one. 
As you squeeze my heart to which you hold and keeps me pushing for more. 
As I find myself loving you more with the words that cut so deeply. 
It is there it bleeds for you and the way you care for one. 
That it isn't just your beauty I crave but that of your love I so desire to have. 
That of an angel with so much love that I have fallen to one knee and prayed. 
For God to give my heart with sweet love of devotion and you never to leave my side until 
our dyeing day. 
For there you have my heart, so be careful not to squeeze too hard. 
Because it is fragile and doesn't take much to shatter. 
As I can just feel your hands laid upon my chest as every beat it feels you are there. 
With great love I send a kiss to you that it may hit you square on the lips. 
But with that of a gentle but soft touch it carries a love so true and dear.
For it is there my world is bright and snow lay. 
As I have found a snow angel of heaven best but with love and beauty she portrays.

Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2010

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