He looks like an angel.
His golden hair around his head forming a halo.
I urn to touch him, but to wake such beauty would be such a sin.
closing my eyes i ponder.
Is our love pure? Like a child's tears?
or tainted? Like my blackened tongue, cursed to speak before the very thought forms.
he stirs
I open my eyes to see his bright blue ones staring into my dark brown ones.
He smiles.
One that could banish all darkness.
My thoughts forgotten, like a gain of sand washed away.
Unimportant, for I know we are pure by the look of love in his eyes.
His warmth fills my soul, and mine his.
Holding me close and whispering words of love, I know.
He is my angel.
