angel

 beautiful eyes
 find flesh below
 moon's lips

 sing

 with arms lost
 before your
 lovely tempest

 river's

 parted would endure
 angel's edge
 above glorious limbs

 soul

 of true lovers
 tell sun shining
 who love joins. 


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