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What I See

 

I find some say an Angel is a messenger of God,
While others say they're simply something pure.
I also find when sickness strikes and people lose all hope,
They always turn to Angels knowing that they'd bring the cure.

I find some say an Angel is just cloth and shining halo's,
With nothing more divine than those two things.
They turn their head with doubt inside and since have lost all hope,
In recognizing beauty crafted into Angels wings.

I met a person once who thought that Angels were all fake.
With laughter on their lips from inquiries,
They told me Angels were just made to give sad children hope,
And nothing more but surely less and someday I would see.

I met a person once who thought that Angels were all real,
And symbolized the goodness felt in life.
They told me Angels watching over gave us strength and hope,
And gaurded us from danger keeping 'way all pain and strife.

I find some say an Angel is a never ending smile.
While others say they're love in different form.
I also find when worry strikes and overshadows hope,
An Angel soon comes hither bringing calm to all the storm.

I find some say an Angel is a crutch for weaker minds,
With no more power than a flighty dream,
And needed not by those so smug while bringing weaklings hope.
Insisting this is all there is refusing the grand scheme.

I was a person once who thought that Angels had left me,
With laughter on their lips as they all went.
I told myself they can't be real or else I would have hope.
Yet none I had for I was sure I'd not make the ascent.

I am a person now who has a greatly changed opinion.
I've found out what an Angel means to me.
They're glory, love and gayness bound as one by endless hope.
And when I look into your eyes an Angels what I see.

 

Jeeves Kel

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