How do you go about snaring an Angel?
I know not the process or way.
But I found her one night in pain so cruel
And she chose to stay and stay.
Slowly at first, then ever faster
My cool heart found warm embrace,
With me the student and she the master
Teaching me of love by grace.
And when all seemed well and fine
That Angel all but flew from me!
And though the sun still did shine
Its rays were cold and empty.
Invariably we wandered back
Into ways old and true
And though my heart had become slack
It promptly flamed anew!
Shining with wondrous disbelief
I took your white-gloved hand in mine
And swore that I would never leave
What we had finally come to find.
--C.R.E.
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