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    LOST ANGEL OF LOVE

    I met a West Coast Beauty
    At Southside Johnny's
    She was nibbling on quesadillas
    And salsa picante
    She tried so hard 2 ignore me
    As I passed by
    I knew it wasn't the picante
    That made her cry
    Dig

    In a City of Lost Angels
    Love is spurned
    And the ashes of hungry hearts
    Are entombed in decorative urns
    So what is love
    In its purest conception
    When innocent souls are insulated
    With only a thin layer of protection
    Dig

    She got up 2 refresh
    Her lemon tea
    I wondered how such a lovely vision
    Came 2 be
    Her body a perfect study
    Of Baroque architecture
    With a beautiful face
    Brushed by Caravaggio's
    Subtle textures
    Dig

    Our eyes met
    And I could detect
    Her circumspection
    The anger in her eyes
    Offering no direction
    I knew beneath the facade
    Was a Passion Flower
    Predators in the Urban jungle
    Long 2 devour
    Dig

    Women like her
    Remind me of gazelles
    In the Serengeti
    Needing 2 quench thrist
    As the dry season comes
    With crocodiles in the water
    And lions on land
    There's no place 2 hide
    Nowhere 2 run
    Dig

    Wished I could take her in my arms
    And dance the Bolero
    2 the seductive strains of
    A Ravel Concerto
    Yet I sensed
    Her body tense
    In close proximity
    2 a man
    I knew in a previous relationship
    Things had gotten out of hand
    Dig

    I wondered how could a man
    Destroy such a delicate soul
    My God
    That's like ripping pages
    From the Greatest Story Ever Told
    Tell me
    What is love
    In its purest conception
    When innocent souls
    Become victims of Urban insurrection
    Dig

    I finished my meal
    And stole one last look
    Was met by a pair of pleading eyes
    No my Lost Angel
    I must leave you alone
    4 I fear one mistake
    Would remind you of
    The man you despise
    Dig

    Passion produces pain
    As sure as
    Romance reacts 2 rain
    And the taste of tortured tears
    Forces one 2
    Yearn 4 yesteryear
    We are powerless 2 preordain
    A heart pushed 2 the precipice of pain
    So it would be senseless
    2 submit my heart 2 the stress
    Of every mistake I make
    Reminding you of the man
    Who left your soul undressed
    Goodbye Lost Angel
    I wish you love

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    • 1 January 2011
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