- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Guardian
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Her guardian angel weeps for all she can do is stay near.
Tonight he is vile; her angel is shedding the tears she can’t.
No longer has the will to fight: letting him shame her to submission.
Her angel looks up at God and says how much more of this.
Silently she folds her wings around the abused,
Singing sweet songs to soothe her battered soul.
The angel looks into the eyes and sees the emptiness there.
At one time this was a happy vibrant one who laughed at the stars.
Once she had the laugh that embraced life’s song,
Danced with the breeze –but now that is gone.
Her angel keeps her watch but her pleas fall short.
But at night when her tears fall and her sobs can be heard,
she is wrapped in the soft loving wings and comforted .
We are never truly alone
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