A Feathered Angel of the Highest Sphere

Thou art a feathered angel of the highest sphere
With a tongue of lunar wisdom.
Thou art a un-weathered soul in a world of torrent fear
And I seek embrace within your bosom.
How foolish I was not to speak these words
Openly from the start but with anxiety I could
Not part for thou art a more deserving beauty than I
But if you can find love in the memory of my eyes
Than I shall forever strive to make happy and joyful your skies.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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