I once met an Angel named Dani,
whose wings & hands were chilly.
I offered my gloves to help keep them warm;
with welcoming arms for refuge from the storm…
…What an enchanting sight
this Angel was
a Beauty with such splendor & MIGHT;
must have been sent from above.
Coating my ears with “Honey” & dew,
I was puzzled to what I should say &/or do;
so I handed my card with a gesture of Hope,
I’d be contacted to start something on an up-slope…
…To Be Continued