Monday, April 11, 2011

Angela

Your voice, oh gentle, lady sweet
Like soft enchanted melody
Your words, your thoughts, your everything
You've left a lovely memory

You bright green eyes like emerald shine
They pierce my soul ever so kind
My love, my heart, my mind, my soul
All my troubles lay behind

Now sweet don't worry for the sun
I'm here to kiss your sensual face
You are the sun of heaven plains
My stolen heart is unreplaced

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