My Angelic Love

My  Angelic Love sonnet poems

Could there be other angels half as fair?
As sweet love of mine of the fairest heart?
Here’s to tell everyone and all, beware,
My love is pure, has changed not any part;
Her aspect of such comely pulchritude,
A silhouette of joy against the sky,
For naught heard are women as such imbued,
Except when said by tongues that have to lie;
Her mirth, expressed by laughter so demure,
Resounds of melodies the Muses sing,
My heart knows not of any such allure
Of half the sweetness that her voice could bring;
….My love, that in dreams only could be found,
….Has come in splendor, and might be around.

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♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
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@Reyvrex_Reyes, all the women who you write for (Or is it One) will be proud of the words you wield!

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