Hear the Angels Sing
My heart starts to pound when I am near you,
a reflex response I cannot control.
And passion's flame intensifies, too,
excited by all the rigamarole.
You need but smile, and my spirit takes wing,
soaring on thermals of a rising love.
And I swear I can hear the angels sing,
celebrating your beauty from above.
You opened my eyes and taught me to see
that love never seeks to fault or to blame.
And I thank you for all you've done for me;
as desire's embers, spark passion's flame.
Like two missing halves of the other's soul;
together, we are one, and we are whole.
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