ANGELIC

I concede you to be the most delightful,
I have an entreaty for you to live in my zest,
There is euphoria in you ,
and you even vogue with miff,but,
you never ebb for eulogy...

My mum heart,don't be wearied,
for showing the torment ,
in every moment,
She's is the one to smirk at my riff,but,
she never ebbs for eulogy...

Shall I whir,
or should I call out to rise,
Shall I make a beatific protestation,
You make me frenzy,but
you never ebb for eulogy...

I concede you to be the most delightful,
I have an entreaty for you on to live in my zest,
There is euphoria in you ,
and you even vogue with miff,but,
you never ebb for eulogy...