My angel

I often dream that I search for you in the night,
Among thousands of sighs, among hundreds of whispers,
So many faces I know…and here you are, in a lonely corner,
A corner in my dreams room I find you, in a shadow
You stretch your hand to me through the cold mist
And your warm I can feel, a cold chill runs through my veins,
With hot lips you kiss me warm and sweet,
My lips are burning with desire just like I had kissed the pouring rain.
But why your face I can’t see clear, why you are shined by a lighting,
Then all made sense to me…nobody can see the face of an angel.