My love My angel
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Complete Fri, Oct 16, 2015<5 mins
Love birds use to shout the sweetness of love
now i taste it with my own heart that very love
Hearing those words from your heart
Makes me wannabee a dove
So i can spread my wings
And hope
That we swing on top of the world full of byes
The abode of angels with clouds where angels dwell
Need not be the place
Under mansions with chandeliers
Need not be the place
Where with my angel i dwell
The angel within you
Is what that makes the place Heaven
Anyplace any where
With my angel
Is better than that abode of angels...
The storms and winds will fall
Retreating as they see how firm we stand
And knew we will never fall
Until burnt is the land
I will stand with love on land
And never let go of your hand
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