My Angel desire,
O Promethean fire,
my reason to be merry,
my star on a moonless night,
Ma cherie..
Oh! how your eyes
when they are lookin'
In my direction..
I see what's cookin
in your mind,
I am not blind
to your charm,
glad to be harmed
by the devilish notions,
Of your cherubic yet wicked emotions.
You lure me with a promising Kiss,
and every time I miss,
You accuse so tender,
placing a slender finger,
on my lips and say
Its the closest i'll get today!
Evenings by the fire,
Building desire,
To be razed to the ground
with your passion unbound,
Yet all we do is flirt,
until the star rises on Earth,
and it is mornin..
and that's when its best,
I get to admire la dolce vita at rest.
I pray often,
when not conscious of your gaze,
I ask the Creator,
to sew into his mysterious ways,
a path with a quiet bower,
For me..to walk..with my Lover.
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