Air Storm

Near heaven there’s a place
pure and huge, safe and warm
where angels sings their torn
and spirits see your face

Your beauty’s like a swarm
o’ bees flyin’ leavin’ traces
out o’ flowers, and my senses
feel that honey smell in air storm

It reminds me your eyes
and your smile, as it shines
your mouth when you talk
your moves when you walk

And your voice, your touch
it hurts my love, so much

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