My Angel

Oh angel of my destiny, will you be, will you go with me? Angelic - Angelic - the word is sweet, it is complete, the sound that lifts my weary feet. It gives me wings to carry me, you sing to me when I am carried away. All my troubles erase away, away, away. Will you be my butterfly, under this ancient sky, oh beauty held in beholder's eye, you hold such tender grace. Immortal is your solemn embrace, Even though it hides your face, I know that sonar bliss, no beauty amiss; now, give me a soft kiss!