Angel..

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A refuge from the biding storms.
Fleeting unmast ships wavering at darkset nights.
Unwrap the untimely gift spoken from the whispered heart....
Yet so tiny but the abrasive heart is honest...

Set asail the hurtful mind.
Console it with the golden tender mustered words, coming from the truthful lips.
Linger its loving touch!!

Hush the softest erasive word...
Listen to the  mellowed sense!!

A symphony of violens sound.

Come to me on Angels flight....
Allow the  opened silky tender wings.
Open up the havens door,
Hear my pitiful cries..

How my heart yearns the faintest touch.
A walk beneath the darkest sunken moon.
Come to me my wonderous song.
The beating of my fluttered heart.
Unlock its mystic beat.....

Do not wallow beneath the shaded leaves, it numbs the waking soul!
Dreams i carry in my heart..
No locket on a silvered chain.

Come to me my wonderous Angel.
Fill these passive dreams.
Lay the coldest  wrath of whitened wiltered snow beneath your  weakened heart..

A casket of broken dreams....
Allow me the tensive phrase of beauty beyond compare.

The sultry mistique Rose.

Come to me my purest Rose.
No sullen man has seeked.

For deeds are like bitten thorns!
No precious Angel seek.

Let me sweep you off your feet.
Your Knight in shining armour.

Bed of roses for you, i seek!
Lay you weary mind.

Set the pace, timely seeds.
Watchful in its wake!
Timid eye i will behold.
Patience I will seek.

Come to me My Angel.
Fallen Angel from the  sky.
Breathtaking golden wings, enfold your hurting heart.

Oh!!Thou art the sweetest name.
My loving lips reclaim.
Refrain the burdened heart.

Hear my love for you reclaim.
No uttered word proclaim.

Tenderly i hold you close.
The warmest loving touch.
Words are lost, heart speaks to thee!

My prayers on Bended Knee!

Suddenly the heart awakes ,
the million years of fallen sleep.
Watchful eyes that see my love.

An amasing Love to keep.

Years may come and years may go!
The passing ships go by.
Timid sorrows of the heart.
The ship goes Sailing by.
Seeketh then the passive love.
That only men reclaim.
For all is not lost in love.

Our story will Proclaim!









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