heavens angel
Tonight I painted heavenIt was a glorious sight to behold
I painted it with purples,
I painted it with golds
My painted heaven had an angel
She shone in this painting too
As I watched my painting dry
I realised this angel was you..
heavens angel
Tonight I painted heavenPoetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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