My angel,
Who loves me passionately,
And enduringly.
Who tells me I am beautiful.
When really, he is the one who is
Gorgeous.
His eyes, look like stars in the sky,
But they are the darkest of blues.
His smile is crooked and arrogant.
His hair falls in his face, hiding his eyes.
He holds me close, like at any second,
I could evaporate out of his hands.
He looked at me, with sad eyes.
I looked at him back, and leaned up.
My lips meet his, and they were so
Smooth and soft.
My hand wrapped in his hair,
My breathing turned rapid.
When we broke,
I whispered to him,
" I love you."
