She has an exquisite smile
She makes my day
She makes me
My breath has shaken hands with gasping
She has my heart clawed close to hers

I lost my yearn for nasty
When I saw those flirty eyes
That renounce my spirit from other feminists
Her look transcends me into a
Mordent day oblivion
I yearn for her

She's the first Angel I think about
And the last love story I concoct
Judge me not on my feelings
I am still healing
I Am human

I am one with myself
Relate me not with the universe
For my wings have fallen
Silently into pieces of feelings
Love