Miss you far too long
I miss your smiles
since too long of a time
too many miles
between us is a crime
Golden moon at night
let a wish come true
Fairies looking bright
may you never be blue
Am I in too deep
when asking you this
please don't make me weep
stealing one sweet kiss.
Poet: Queen Angelica
Happy times
You are so great to know
happy times we have seen
let's to the future go
treasuring what we've been
Blossoms of summer
and showers of fun
that is no bummer
upon green grass run
Do you want to know
a secret of mine?
Take my hand and go
behind tales and rime.
Poet: Queen Angelica
Good luck
I send you good luck and hope
and promise to always go
to the far end of the rope
giving help and support you
I'm knocking at your door
to ask you out to play
You make me ask for more
let's have fun and be gay
Fairies small and cute
sitting here for you
wishing to salute
whatever you do.
Poet: Queen Angelica
Worlds unknown
Look at the sky at night
imagine worlds unknown
riding the stars of light
moments never outgrown
Sometimes angels fly
playing games above
riding much to high
on creatures of love
Fairies live in the blue
tales of a long lost world
might be honest and true
remember what you heard.
Poet: Queen Angelica
Pure and kind
Unicorns white as snow
with hearts pure and kind
Butterflies come and go
useless for the blind
Unicorns and fairies
playing in the spring
rosies, lilies and maires
names we hear them sing.
Poet: Queen Angelica
The era of legends
Long was the era of legends
magical beings to see
fairytales without any ends
unicorns coming to be
'High upon a mountaintop
lies the castle in our land',
said the fairy holding up
the morning light in her hand.
Poet: Queen Angelica
Until we meet
Pure are angels in their gown
performing music singing sweet
In your eyes I always drown
longing until again we meet
Let me kiss you on your cheek
holding you tight in my arms
will you visit me next week
I am lost before your charms
Hours waiting here for you
longing aching to feel you near
Pleasures waisted for you too
hasten hurry come now here.
Poet: Queen Angelica
A child is born
Once a year a child is born
three quarters after springtime
Mother of duties is worn
creating a new year rime.
Poet: Queen Angelica
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