My morning angel
A troubled heart
Amidst a troubled role
what does unravel
what keeps apart
behind your curtained soul?
The words you've spoken
do they conceal
The weight of tainted blame?
Or are they token
of aches you feel
that lonely cruel game?
Your hands caressing
Your lips afire
Embraces warm to hold
Were they possessing
no true desire
but daunting empty cold?
Oh angel know this
though I'm forlorn
the sin I don't atone
The simple truth is
My love that morn'
Was yours and yours alone
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