Where the Angels Sing

The blue horizon of a harmony of mountainous clouds, with a perfect picture frame

Where the angels sing, I hear their voices, the harps, the violins, the flutes among the apple trees

Rows of brass, and rose vines, on lattice arches, sipping wine, and laughing

To dance among the iris patches, in a garden filled with star gazed lilies, and buttercups of golden finish

The peacocks tail, shimmers when he moves, the veil removed from the new bride and groom

A kiss upon the softest lips, the touch of hands, upon my waist, love is pure and warm

Where chandeliers sparkle crystal balls, that hang shimmer, I am yours forever in this time

In the moment I found you, in the melody strings of the largest harp, you will be my angel

And where the angels sing, I will be in your day and night, I will never let you go, where we first met under the limbs of passion