The early morning sun
Comes peeping all aglow,
Onto the pillow of love
Where she sleeps as pure as snow.
Her kisses are of honey sweet
Her skin of rose petals soft and divine,
Her breasts are as pure as heaven
Her radiance and beauty all mine.
For the lord in all his wisdom and love
Has sent me an angel to fill up my life,
A beautiful gift of happiness and care
To heal my pains of sorrow and strife.
A flower that shines with such eloquence
She can empathize with my every emotion,
She bathes my wounds with every ounce of her love
Her heart and soul give me complete devotion.
My angel is beginning to stir from her dreams
I had better wipe these tears from my eyes,
Men are not supposed to cry so they say
But when you love someone so much
Your emotions can't tell any lies.
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