Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Angel

Angel,
Angel I am crazy, you may think
I put my arm around your shoulder
Run my fingers through your hair
It is a dream I cannot believe it
It is like a impossibility you never thought
It took so long it is only fair
And then the phone begins to ring
And a strangers voice on the other end of the line
I Say oh no, y cant he call up at other time
Friends trying to be more than friends in subtle ways,
Sweet Angel..when will you know
And i think to myself,
Why now,
Why me,
Angel, Angel

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Ravindra Vikram Singh रवींद्र विक्रम सिंह ரவீந்திர விக்ரம் சிங் રવીન્દ્ર વિક્રમ સિંહ రవీంద్ర విక్రమ్ సింగ్ রবীন্দ্র বিক্রম সিং ರವೀಂದ್ರ ವಿಕ್ರಮ್ ಸಿಂಗ್