Hear the Angels Sing
My heart beats wildly when I am with you,
a reflex response I cannot control.
And my arousal intensifies, too,
dispensing with all the rigamarole.
You need but smile, and my spirit takes wing,
soaring on the rising thermals of 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'm happy whenever you're near me,
desire's embers, ignite passion's flame.
Like the missing half of each other's soul,
together, we are one, and we are whole.
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