At Dawn she lay with her profile at that angle
Which, when she sleeps, seems the carved face of an angel.
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How a Lover's heart can transform his beloved into an angel, can be seen in the opening lines of the poem. An with that angel around, they both melt into each other like they were inseparable: From her dew of lips, the drop of one word / Fell like the first of fountain murmured / Poured into each other's arms, like streams. Enjoyed reading it.
Our dreams Poured into each other's arms, like streams. An ideal love poem of two human hearts. I enjoyed very much! Thank you for sharing.