O sun, hide me from her seductive brow,
I am an angel from altItude watching insidious clay
Moulded in Eve shape, polish with feminine nouns.
I wish I could keep the feelings before it was late.
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How I wish I could save a soul And still have mine beating in me, Or could reserve my feeling from her being known As angel to mortals before her whisper broke my wings... fine expressions dear poet. tony