Angels Dreams

Your smile is warm like a golden day, 
When heavenly light heats the blood; 
And when you laugh angels pray 
To hear a sound so good: 
And on their harps sweet melodies play 
And they would leave Paradise if they could. 

Your pain to them, a hunters knife, 
Piercing the heart and wounding so deep, 
But all would risk their immortal life, 
To fall in worship at your feet, 
To spend eternity in painful strife, 
For you make this life complete.