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LOVE, ANGELS AND THE MUSE
DAVE THE POET

Last chance, For a first dance
It would be a lonely mistake, To never ask
Call out for mercy, Get on your knees
Humbleness comes, From praying to bleed
There is no future, No past, Only now

I’ll never forget those legs
The meteor shower, In your eyes
It’s reborn, On a moonless nights
As the low winter sun, Is robbed of its light
Lennon never sang the song, Nor Bach composed the sound
More beautiful, Than the green-eyed angel
Who walks, On holy ground

There is passion in the smoke, So let the fires burn
Touching of the hearts, Touching of the lips
God lives in the lightning, That flows through the finger tips
With the gift of pen, Paper and soul, A poet speaks the truth
Anything else, Would disrespect love, Angels and the muse