Dawn’s own angel

In the swirling spectral dawn,

I see you dressed in gold,

A jewelled crown upon your brow,

Your wings of silver they unfold,

How you glide across the sky,

With grace beyond compare,

Heaven’s breath upon your lips,

Constellations in your hair.

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In pursuit of dawn’s own angel,

I strive and fall to my knees,

Amongst a family of white roses,

Surrounding apple trees,

There I gaze in wonder,

As in silence you descend,

With my heart beating like thunder,

So full of love for you my friend.

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