Lover

 


I hear the music
in my head
swirling softly
all around
closing in
going out
running ragged
rising rampant in my mind
An angel's voice
softly sings
of things that none
but I can feel
He stands in front
then behind
coming going
never knowing what 
that voice will say
what those hands will do
I will say his name 
and he will come
He will sing in my ears
He will whisper to my heart
we will dance and sing
we will love
When I call his name
be it whisper
or shout
he will come

*~*Angel*~*

 

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