God, who did my soul create, In thy presence thou refuge take. With this glorious love I swear, Youth's beauty is only but fair. - George Rapanos
The Angel and the Peacock
There came to me in a dream so rare
A vision of love for an angel fair;
The glory of a peacock in days gone by,
So sad to see that time must fly.
Love's precious moments in the space of time
Must be appreciated like a glass of wine;
Enjoy your days with joy and bliss,
It may again be a time as this.