By Arcassin Burnham

Her husband was on the guitar,
And there were tweeting birds,
The quality in sound,
Filled life and fused with the words,
Lovin you,
Such a sweet sound,
The melody and her voice moved me,
Even now I'm afraid to listen to her other albums,
Because of that one song off perfect angel was pure beauty,
And slowly,
I listen carefully,
To every word she says,
About love and the Peace,
We should all share,
Can't believe the human race was almost nearly there.