Angel of Harlow
Simplest of natures voices,
Such prettiness of ethereal being.
From where did you happen upon,
To find my eyes wanting you ?
Gold as the desert sands,
A glow of light from within.
Bolder than a perfect statement,
Of how your smile I crave.
Herald of all life yet to come,
You sound out the beating rhythm.
Accented as the politest femme,
A schooled and educated débutante.
Please take me home to mummy,
Let me be the worthy choice.
You are sacred as my icon,
And I love your angel voice....
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