My Angel In White

Hidden and dark seemed her face, clothed,

In white, at least what I saw,

And more or less in deep mystery,

She truly seemed unique.

But why, I don’t know.

Maybe because her flying veil, revealed,

A silver face beneath,

And something, a secret buried deep inside,

Her heart, that’s what it looked like.

But why, I don’t know.

And all mixed up I could see,

As if her mind was transparent,

Inside, a whirl of different thoughts,

Not like those which we think about.

But why, I don’t know.

And till at last she did reveal,

By her gesture, that she was the angel,

Did I see her, or imagine,

My fairy godmother?

But why, I don’t know.

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