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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Romance/Love >> ID #1469579  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Angel Kisses
A love song for someone who will never read it.
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With timid sigh, I look to the sky.
A tender breath beside me flows,
like silver streams through mountains wide,
o’er diamond stones and flowers fair.
There in the meadows of passion and joy
I see you smiling at me.
I wish in life that it were so, that you loved dearly
like my love for thee.

Under gentle beams of moonlight’s glow I see an angel’s features.
Dew dripped grass wings doth flow and kiss the ground that I do envy so.
Oh tender eyes, thou portals to Heaven, turn your gaze upon me.
On falling star I pray to the night, that one day I’ll win the love of thee.

Inside each constellation above
all my dreams ignite into fantasy
I dream of love I have yet to attain and
Steal glances of you whilst you gaze toward the sky.
When you turn your eyes back to me,
My heart skips a beat as I look away.

Under gentle beams of moonlight’s glow I see your angelic features.
Dew dripped grass wings doth flow and kiss the ground that I do envy so.
Oh tender eyes, thou portals to Heaven, that turn their gaze upon me.
On falling star I give thanks to the night that at last I've won the love of thee

Behind these eyes, I cry to above
and curse my quiet nature.
For I fear another will come
and be the woman I never could be.
I dread the day when heartache takes hold
and bitter streams upon rosy cheeks,
shall lament the loss of my faery tale dreams.

Under gentle beams of moonlight’s glow I see your features no more.
Dew dripped grass wings now sweep the winds and suddenly take to the skies.
Oh tender eyes, thou portals to Heaven, show me thy glimmer once more.
On falling star I cry to the night for the fantasy that shall never be.

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