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My Angel, My Sleeping Beauty

Poetry By: Shannan Browne
Poetry



After years with someone, the overwhelming nature of love can grow into something beautiful


Submitted:Jan 16, 2012    Reads: 400    Comments: 8    Likes: 3   


My Angel, My Sleeping Beauty

I stood on the bottom stair

Hand on railing, gaze on her;

Unable to break my stare,

An angel asleep in her lounge chair.

I stopped; to sit right there,

Quietly watching her breathe;

Unable to break my stare;

An angel sleeping in her chair.

Her chest rose softly, taking in air,

Catching my breath in simple awe;

Unable to break my stare;

At my angel sleeping there.

A beauty with which none can compare,

Strength, softness, love so fair;

My love at which to stare,

My angel sleeping there.

So many years I've been blessed to share,

With my angel, my giver of care;

At an amazing woman I stare,

My angel asleep right there.

Everything has been worth it for this,

My frozen moment; sitting here: I stare.

One friend, wife, mother, daughter, sister…

One angel of beauty sleeping there.

Thank-­You Lord for this wonder,

For all the blessings undeserved;

Thank­-You for this angel,

And the grace of love returned.





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