She speaks to me of worlds in words
of which I'd never thought I'd know
Her flirting fills my empty heart
Her laughter I love so
Beauty in her every bit
Each lock of hair, each silhouette
Imagined only though, oh! tease
but to be drawn in oh! an ease
I hold each hello in my heart
which falls with longing when we part



Is saying 'my angel' my mistake?
Or is my angel mine?

Only asking her will tell
Only that, in time

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