Even those who like my poetry for its imagery have complained that I tend to go overboard with the cheesy. Here is one example of that.
She appears in my vision
A ray of light
Of hope, of happiness,
Of purity, a pristine white...
She descends from heavens
Down a pearly flight
Of stairs, made of stars,
And other valuables bright...
Mist gathers at her feet
The clouds that hug her tight
Rainbows form her shade
Color and beauty in my sight...
Her silky gown flows
On into the night
To her left follow kings
and queens to her right...
Down to mortal earth comes
She, in search of a knight
And I'll be there when she comes
For her, holding my heart light...
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