To Gabriella
Your beauty, Gabriella
Tremors my innocent soul.
Are you Angel Gabriella?
Do you have special word from above?
But I am not the Virgin.
Joseph the Carpenter I am not
Spare me from sin, spare me!
I hear Lord’s voice calling;
“Come, hurry, divine duty awaits.”
Let me enjoy your crescendo voice
That I may be holy too. Talk to me.
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