Stolen passion,

Is it wrong?

You have his name,

Yet you sing my song.

 

I make love to you

Throughout the night

Knowing that my touch

Can’t be right.

 

We dance in circles,

Round and round;

Turning the music up,

While turning the lights down.

 

His fallen angel

That he didn't respect,

Relying on the danger

Of a stranger

To protect her heart

From the atrocity of a neglected love;

Who was never there,

To show her that he cared.

 

His Fallen Angel

Copyright 2001

By Jeff Benda

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