My wings cannot carry me,
weighted by sin -
turned to stone.
Mournful are my days,
all for the love of a man.
I cry my tears at night,
no one can hear me.
Heart heavy with pain,
that he does not know.
Sent from Heaven to be,
his guardian angel.
Fate is sealed now,
my punishment set.
Willful is my heart,
burdened forever.
Oh Lord! Hear my plea,
for all I did was to love.
Please tell me what you think
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It always seem that angels come and have their wings plucked of feathers by those who claim to love them so. I hear your pleas and know that God hears them as well. There is sadness here but also relief in simply knowing that love is the ultimate good for all. A very heartfelt work dear Sie! I hope that the receiver of your goodwill someday knows what he has been blessed with.
Always &hearts';
Renee
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Oh, the plaintive tears
well from the words,
visibly showing
your emotion.
A sad lovely, sie.
M-C
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NIcely painted images depicting such sorrowfu lfeelings. Being an angel must be hell at times.
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i can so relate to this love can sometimes leave one scared and condemed yet it is the will of the Lord a shame but often true bless you the pic and the words walk hand in hand beautifully
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Thank you Glenn for commenting on my poem!
~Sie
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Aw, the words and picture go well together Sherri, nicely penned hon.
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Thank you Michael for commenting on my poem!
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