Your Beauty, Your Voice

When you stand there,
as a wingless angel…
You’re the most beautiful I’ve ever seen…
I just can’t look at you,
cause your beauty is blinding me.

When I hear your voice,
as soft and melodious as silver teardrops on the roses….
I’m not scared…
I just close my eyes,
and expect the unexpected.

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