| An image whose intimate in
me,
His face is like a shinning sun,
Wear a cloth like a dazzling white,
With a fragrance like a Rose of
Sharon.
Sweetest love that He has given in me,
Like a stars that brilliantly shine in
thee,
His wings and arms over protected me,
And his eyes always look at me.
When I meditate whose person is
he?
Why he comes on my way?
An angelic voice answered me,
"I am your Guardian Angel".
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