Brushed by petals of delicate orchids,
she glistens at dawn and shines with the eve.
As robust as any of nature's red roses,
devout enough that her eyes can perceive.
Insight; a feeling or deep understanding,
steady she goes holding on to her wheel.
Testing the waters unfolding my nightmares,
taking the first steps to tighten the deal.
A comrade I cherish she’s always beside me,
recharging my strength, to go on through my days.
Few words are spoken but feelings are plenty,
I hope that she knows she has lifted my haze.
Touched by an angel, a spiritual sister,
forever a beam in her all knowing eyes.
Her wings are unfolded, she stands at the forefront,
guiding me onward with words that are wise.
Dousing the fires that spread through my spirit,
lighting the candles that pilots my way.
Molding me towards an awareness sensation,
just like the potter who shapes his red clay.
I want to tell her, she’s my earthly angel.
But how can I pen the right words that I feel?
A blessing, a gift, a friend that I treasure,
that’s guiding my hands as I steer my own wheel.
Gold trophy winner
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and the background and picture fit perfectly 
just beautiful my dear. i can see why it wears gold and best of luck in the new contest 
Congratulations 
.To feel such feelings for a friend is just wonderful..and to read is as a friend it's even more beautiful..so I think your niece Queen will love it.
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