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Mi Ángel IV

I'm chillin' drinkin wine
Listening to a song regarding this friend of mine
She says she has no inspiration
And I wish I could send her my feelings

Music speaks volumes
Yet can she understand my soul
Understand what my heart holds inside
She Doesn't Even Know

But so many things in her I confide
I have her captive
The way you want your audience
But only she matters

To see how my smile shines
To see in me she exudes ambiance
The beat she has
Like that of a ballet recital

The beauty of the dancers
Can not resemble
The beauty of her in my heart
She has no clue that it is vital

The band performs an instrumental
The singer an a cappella
Some may call it freestyle
I call it the way she inspires

Thoughts of the Admirer
Mixed with Beautifully Scared
It's time we made this love sacred
Oh wait, this has yet to be written

Although I can say she has me smitten
Even this far she hasn't gotten
Gloves off; love's on
Mi Ángel Sexay,  here's another one

¥☼MOI☼¥   30 Nov 08

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