The Brightest Angel Of Them All

A short poem about a girl, the plausability of true love, and its rarity.

No mortal coil has seen fairer
Than her palely blossomed skin
And if mesmeric eyes condign me to damnation
So be it
Her hazel locks drape her rich tapestry
Where full beaut remains cruelly hidden
No angel is greater than her gracing presence
And sweet solace of her lips
Nor the tone of her tongue!
Every small detail of her
For she has fell from heaven
The brightest angel of them all

Pleasure is best from the pure divine
Pleasure immense from knowing she's mine