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England Angel In England, 1978, a man sat alone in a dark and gloomy room. He sat there and tapped on his red wineglass. Regretting losing his true love. The love that made his voice sing within the sun. Everyday time he closes his eyes, he sees her face as clears and a white opened ocean that was under the light of a new moon. There was so much beauty within her eyes and he hears her voice like it was a whisper through a summer night. Oh, God, what have I done? She gave me everything a man could ever have. But I was a fool. I can remember the first time I saw her. Her eyes met mine; Her lips touched mine as well. That was the first time my heart ever came to a stop. She was angel sent from God himself. She soft and gentle, but the touch of her is so far. But the love is so close. No matter where my angel is, she is the angel of my heart. And for the red wine I hold, my heart shall bleed. And my blood will run dry. To death is the end. By, Deborah Rose Tellor |
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