Dream.. (story yet a poem)

He comes to me maybe in a dream,
There he finds me on the floor,
Thinking that I cant get by one more day without dieing,
But he just holds me and tells me over and over,
That everything will be ok,
Nothing will hurt again as long as hes around.

So we set in the dark him holding me in his arms,
I stop crying and fall asleep,
When I awake hes there, and says,
Well good morning beautiful, how did you sleep?
I'm confused and Im scared,
Why was he here? Why did he stay? Just to watch me sleep?

Or want me to fade away like the others?
Nothing to say came to mind,
I just stared in his eyes and with every sparkle,
Every smile, every warm touch, and every word I fell,
I fell deep,
Deep into his eyes, smile, touch, word, and soul.

Why did I feel like this?
What happen to me?
It felt as if,
In this moment in time,
Nothing matter to him nothing at all,
But me.

Then I knew why I felt the way I did,
And why I stared into his eyes,
Watched that smile form,
Felt safe with every touch,
And was hooked on every word,
It was love.