Transcendental Sonnet #340:
Her Very Own Angel Little Old Me

I am her angel Silke has mentioned
I am a hard-drinking old derelict
But indeed I am most well-intentioned
So there's nothing for it but to respect
Her opinion sprout wings therefore and be
Her very own angel little old me

O sweetest fairest dearest rarest love
Ineffable and ineluctable
All other human forms and frames above
So far as to be indescribable
I would that you be happy safe and free
I would that you feel good would enjoy life
Would laugh a lot have lots of fun would be
At peace at rest at home would be my wife

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+Steven Curtis Lance

from Transcendental Sonnets, Copyright MMIII, MMIV

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