Angelic Lullaby

She holds him spellbound, tempts every sigh,
Her voice seductive in its lullaby,
Her meaning invoking the unspoken word
Ever tender the call of her love-song
This angel who thrives on the air of his breath
The movements created by a heavenly rhythm
Closer she calls, the invitation to feel her rhythm
To Succumb to her female sigh,
Ever so gently she releases her breath
The gentle breeze of her restful lullaby
Beguiled he falls into the music of her love-song
With nothing more than the unspoken word
What secret does she keep so closely guarded? the unspoken word?
The mystery of her movements swaying to her rhythm
How could a mortal man resist such a love-song?
His resolve, given in a surrendering sigh
Returning his words in anticipation of her lullaby
He barely manages to catch his breath
His chest bursting with the urgency to take a breath
Her eyes adoring yet still there's the unspoken word
Her song intensifies a passionate lullaby
The wind daring nature to respond in rhythm
His need urgent, as he pleads with a loving sigh
He knows the ending of this Angelic love-song
His captivation held by the chorus of her love-song
How could such an angel understand yet allow such loss of breath?
Again his strength fails him, as he hears the relentless sigh
A language alien yet familiar, the assurances of the unspoken word
Delicately the harps resound the perfect rhythm
As his soul escapes to listen evermore to the enchanting lullaby
The sensations of her sound unbearable as she continues her lullaby
What kind of music is this she sings? this immortal love-song
That holds a mystery unto itself, the defiance of her rhythm
Still he holds to his last dying breath
As she withholds the saving grace of the unspoken word
And all he can do is sigh
As this love-song continues to play, immersed within the lullaby
His breath weakened to the faintest heartfelt sigh
Surrender complete to her rhythm, alas ever unknown, the unspoken word.