I wake, I rise,
my daily chore.
I hear her sweet voice calling.
So cruel, I hate
it is my fate
to leave her side each morning.

So dark, so bright,
the lonely lights,
upon my tongue the taste
of lips so sweet,
placed perfectly
upon the Angel’s face.

Alone at last,
we’re in the crowd.
I hold her in my arms.
Her hair, her eyes,
her gentle mouth.
I’ve fallen for her charms.

We break apart.
She has my heart,
but none of us can stay.
One touch, one kiss,
one light caress,
to steal my soul away.