Sonnet 17

When night would fall I'd call to Heaven, deep
Within a prayer, for some sort of love
To rescue me, to save my life, to keep
Me high in spirits if as though a dove
From God's sweet hand was sent to ease my mind.
If dreams were candid portraits of my soul,
Then hung upon the wall, unique in kind,
Would rest my tapestry before the whole
Of humankind. But God had sent not light
In forms of doves or cryptic signs of truth,
But you - angelic, beautiful, are right
For all of Heaven's glory in your youth
Had blessed me with an angel on this earth -
An angel now to lead my soul's rebirth.