The Blessing
When I held the rose of you
Sweetest lavender began flooding through the veins
Melting into the soul's echo lovingly wrapped up
in cotton softness beholding treasures find
Sparkling diamond light shines silver lining footprints
with the dewdrops amazing gems crown perfection
Under a halo upon the mantel there grace sits
So beautiful and rare as the morning smiles
With colours drawn inwardly a special promise arches
upon an angel whom appears though the breath held light
Always and forever dressed as a dove purely angelic
Swept away breathless beyond space
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