I fly on the white wings of an angel,
Feeling the soft clouds on my face,
The cool breeze pushes my hair back,
The angel whispers words in a melody.
These words, no mortal can ever understand,
But the voice that carries them, captivates,
The lips that release them enchant all around,
I wish I could kiss those perfect lips forever.
But I'll forever long to taste her lips,
The purest fruit from heaven's orchard,
With an aroma which could deeply control,
Any heart, any soul for eternities to come.
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