Angels Winds
Birth fiery tongueSensations of the sweet kind,One of a kind spiceSo fine, so nice, it tingles…
No oneKnows of my youthful dream wishAs it is the wish of life,Beleaguered by all - no oneCan stop my…
In progress are the chords being struckStriking gold or similar stuff,Stuffing the shoes…
Luv me with those cameo eyes,Please let me in like dreams,Moonbeams showing silhouettesUpon the starlit skies.