Arch-angel Your voice “dropping a line” With such sincere serenity That fills her with gentle thoughts In troubled turmoil times Standing at the gate to her heart You, guided by an Arch-angel Straight to that golden lock Who is the keeper of all truth She longs for that little dark room Amidst the curves of your destiny You dropping a line with such sincerity that fills her with gentle thoughts in troubled turmoil times guided by an Arch-angel She longs for that little dark room amidst the curves of her obsession dorettepotgieter ©