In the arms of an innocent angel who embraces this lonely sad evil to free her from fear...
…but as the evil lives in the treachery world of life, it’s seems that it’s not good enough for her that she always feels so empty...
...Far away from here, under the stars and street lights the angel spends his time waiting to build up for a true love; still...
It makes no difference from any other hungry blessed creatures with wings to crave for the sweet white lies of the irresistible evil….
For the glory of sadness, the arms of the angel are always there to receive the empty evil to pour some comfort and peace that anyone could do...
For all the seasons, heaven knows that the angel carry the love of the evil for every reason. Carrying the joy from where it all started...
For every thought, the angel became the cover for every storm and the savior for every emotion.
….for the least the evil think what to say….
“For every day you hold, we always had the blessings. You carry the beauty in every love we make. In everything that happens, I know there is love… just like the first time we had each other we let the feeling shows. And the first time we sing, it brings happiness in every hymn….No matter what, we did take it slow… we both know that we enjoyed the seasons and I know you carry my love perpetually …
…And in each time I’m in your arms…
I know...
I’m home...
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