As Angel's Choirs Sing





In the Mist of the ethereal canopy.

I held your eyes fast to mine.

Sparks of our interior maps leapt,

Cavorted and combined.

It is all just frisky fantasy,

No truth to occupy, I find,

Deny me not my daydream,

I alone control my mind.

If once again I am lead to be,

Entwined in your strong arms.

I will gladly induct you close to me,

Absorbing all your charms.

As Angels Choirs sing,

I betroth to you my bond.

Sweet smiles of jocularity,

For your laughter, I‘m most fond.

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