She Won'T Be An Angel

For a bachelor plagued by soft, sweet dreams, who's had little in waking-time to ease the drifting fantasies that bring on schemes too detached from Earth to be but a tease - It's tempting to think that she'll be some elf, flitting through trees, a twinkle in her eye. Or a radiant angel plucked from heav'ns shelf, to soar with him; make clouds blush in the sky. She must be some siren or beauteous nymph, waiting for him by a well-hidden brook - passionate embrace her sole-sought triumph, grateful to give anything that he took. O bachelor plagued by these visions so sweet, how can you have let foolish musings reign? Too quick to dream, you've been too slow to meet, the only true cure for a mortal man's pain. You weren't meant to love angels or fanciful things - there's a woman out there for whom your soul sings! 24 December 2020