A soft light glows before me,
It is very pleasing to look upon,
And I feel myself smiling.
The light embraces me,
Healing my wounds and scars.
I bask in this eternal warmth,
For it fills me with so much bliss.
One could say that it is a guardian angel of a sort,
But the truth is,
This soft warm glow,
Is you.
Yes, you.
And I promise to never let you go.
YOU ARE READING
Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
