Angel Called Love
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David Harris
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I stroll pass the pinnacles of dreams
blinded by the moons radiant light
that shines down from the heaven
on us mortals below tonight.
I wander in the darkness
but feel no handicap
watching the star that guides me
across my field of dreams.
Heavenly arms stretch out to me
from the angel called love,
who beckons me to her arms tonight.
Within I will find there the warmth
until the first rays of morning light
shine through the bedroom window
and I again must take flight.
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