An angel appeared to me on a disturbing song.
Whether it was scientific, I don't think so.
So could God have sent me an angel.
Why would he do that seems strange?
I am not a man to believe in him.
So why did he tell me.
He carved your name on my heart.
But what got into him
Is it perhaps a mistake
Tell him
He doesn't listen to me, he only talks to angels.
So I beg you tell him so that it changes.
I'm not afraid to love, but we don't know each other.
Why did he engrave it, I do not understand?
Did he carve a name on your heart too
So why didn't he tell me.
He didn't just put your name on my heart.
He put "my heart, the love of my life, my soul mate".
A nickname perhaps, a truth.
But why would he hide it from you
Love alone is not enough
With an angel, disturbing.
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Tony herlin
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).
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