the words are too pregnant to stress
Doubts about her having what the
universe desperately needs
A sight of her smile in one piece, one
night, no words.
Angels are still on earth, I tell from her eyes
Contagious smiles that gives man a second
There is a thin line between tease and truth
Call it a whyne, it never bends the gospel
Let the world fling their gaze and say I’m under her spell
It makes me no difference.
You touch lives
Worry not if it kills me.