His Golden Angel
By Lord R.e. Taylor
He knew her forever
Saw her in his thoughts and dreams
Always thinking she was perfect
A living piece of art
Carved from the finest ivory
Painted by a master artist
But he never saw her as stone or paint
She was covered in the purest gold
Flawless and beautiful
Just the kind of art he could admire
A perfect golden angel
© Poem – I/XXIX/MMXXII
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