Those eyes so furtive,
Tell tales of love,
And of a time,
That rejoicing will be.
So she knows about me,
That I desire her kiss,
If she ever would let,
Her heart feel my love.
Angel, oh so fine,
A woman so pure,
If ever there was,
So much desire to give.
So why do I doubt,
That we should be in love,
If that is,
the grace of angels.
And if together we'd be,
A force for true love,
And a hope for,
Everlasting companionship.
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