Angel of the Morning
There you are again, posing in my mind.
I struggle to forget you, with every breath I find.
Angel of the morning, you greet me every day.
Every day I send you, to a place I've shaded grey.
Perhaps the fault is mine, love, I cannot quite erase,
The seduction of your lips or the scent of your embrace.
Curse those dreams I do, but they always reoccur,
Oh, I welcome them sincerely, of this much I am sure.
"No strings to bind my hands," you said upon depart.
Careless, I sure was, while caressing your sweet heart.
I wish there'd been written, on our love a warning:
Young man do not kiss, an Angel of the morning.
Sweet sorrow now I know, what it means: 'tis gone.
Let me live another night, I can't face another dawn
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