Lips Of An Angel

I hear you in the morning, i see you in the night,
My sweet angel.
I dream of you, think of you, and only of you,
My loving angel.
Take my hand, dance with me, sweep me off my feet,
My gracious angel.
Come with me, i'll take care, lift our love to the air,
My pleasant angel.
A whisper to the ear,
a kiss to the lips,

My heart-tendering angel.

poem by Darlene Belcher
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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