Sweet Lullabies

Saccharine, as if honey dripped from her lips,
While her babe lay weary from the day;
Enunciating fictional stories of heroes,
Entering battles, rescuing the damsel.
Tales of lore before sleep takes it course,
Lulling the young down the path of slumber.
Under the security of her blankets,
Love from a mother drifts in the air,
Like the scent from a lit candle in the night.
Ambrosial words drift off the mother's lips;
Beauty in the words, beauty in the imagination
Insistent,eyes close, flying to the castle in the air.
Entering her dreams, she hears her mother speak.
Saccharine, as if honey dripped from her lips.

(My first ever acrostic poem! :3 )