His Smile

His face glows bright,

A beam of moonlight.

His hair is a sight,

Though not as dark as midnight.

I dream in the comfort of him,

The moonlight quiet and dim.

In his eyes, I swim,

Sleepy in this prelim.

In his arms I sleep.

In his arms I weep.

These arms are arms that keep

Me safe from the monsters that creep.

I hope he stays awhile,

Saving me from this world so vile

Always going the extra mile

So that he could make me smile.

Author's Note

I used the first and last words for the title :p I thought that was kind of cool.

Reviews

[kingblaq]

Beautiful poetry... I covet your ability to weave beautiful poetry. WRITE ON!