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-and see that my sweet angel fly on a goodness of flight
and pure white heavenly fury;
as I see her go,
my hearts tears in two,
my eyes start to water,
emotions run ramped and scurry around like wild dogs
under a moonlit twilight sky looking for a bone.
See to it that my sweet angel goes fairly,
for the love we shared would be wasted,
if she go too soon and fast-
Love is powerful, and it can tear a man apart,
but if he loves in his heart he shall feel for another!
See to it that my love,
she is fine with another,
and that she is loved better than with I,
and make her smile every passing moment of sun and moon alike;
don't let her cry,
don't let her moan,
don't let her pout,
but let her live smiling and tender loving,
and let her live life being loved.
For she is my loving angel,
and I cannot see her wings clipped for amusement,
and brushed bones for souvenirs.
Let her be strong,
let her be herself and be most loved for that quality.
Most importantly- let her be appreciated-
.2.25.2014.
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