On Her Lips Poem by jackson stone

My Baby She's an angel from the sky,
When we're together We go high and fly,
Like the birds in the sky,
When she go I miss her, and start to cry,
And think am I gonna see Her tomorrow,
Before I die! ..
Then I hear a voice from high,
Say's yes, again with her you will fly,
I said My God: Please in Her arms I wish to die,
And come back like a tear born in Her eye,
And on Her lips My God again I want to die
Again on Her lips I want to die! ...
On Her lips I want to die! ...