Eyelashes, flutter, flutter, flutter,
in slow motion and my heart, it leaps,
at the beauty before me,
and I am lost for words, and I stutter,
I stutter, wanting to speak, but slowly my words come out,
and I crumble before your beauty,
that rouses my heart to leap,
to leap with such joy that it distracts me,
because, oh, what beauty you do employ,
upon a man who is willing and weak,
and that smile of yours, how glorious it is to me,
for it is like the sunshine,
and how it overwhelms me so wonderfully,
and there is magic when you speak,
there is magic when you speak,
and when you kiss me,
when you kiss me so tenderly,
and how delicate the kisses,
that you reign down upon me so wonderfully,
and as you smile so radiantly at me,
oh, how grateful for you I am,
and for the love of you,
because when I wear a frown,
and when I am feeling down,
I am, stronger because of you,
and you pick up and lift me up,
as only an Angel can do,
as only an Angel can do.
