The love of my life Is asleep.
Tell the world to be silent.
Let the crickets keep quiet.
Tell the bats n rats to rest.
But let the moon rise n shine
To keep her warm with no harm
Let God command His angels
To visit her in a firefly form
To light up her pitch blackroom
With bright yellow sweet dreams
Locate her in Pinetown
Her description is beauty
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Let God command His angels To visit her in a firefly form..What a fine imagination my dear poet. your heart is special.. tony