Cleo

Angels tears, a devils smile, this tender heart's caress,
Open wounds have, with loving touch, been blessed,
What once was torn, is now reformed,
With a strength, as yet, unknown
Two hearts have proved, they can win through,
Where once, one beat alone,
And this dying hope has lent it's throat to a song of truest love,
Not every angel, need shine it's light, far from reach, above,
Your tender lips,
Turned up for me,
Have brought more than is said,
New life now pumps through veins I'd thought were long since dead,
Eyes of unknown colour, a scar that grins at me,
These are the mere reflections,
Of the beauty that I see,
Thus,
In dreams of sins,
Of a love that is not true,
I know I will not find,
The beauty that is you..