opeyemi, BORISADE
ANGEL IN MY HEART
Who knows where my angel hides?
Who can tell where my treasure lies?
Who can bring me the one that starve my eyes?
Though she be gone, yet thrills me like ice!
She dies with the night and rises with the morning sun
And seem to all unsure as infatuation
I'll seek to know where she spends her nights
And'll find her gently snoozing here in my heart
So I long for the sun to stay up high in the moon's stead
As the one in there would only touch as a passing breeze
I long for her to touch not just my heart but my arms too
Please angel in my heart, show up and fill my arms.
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