Is he from my creative imagination?

He stood by my side like a cat to the cream.

So desperate for me to look at him.

My heart racing like a horse in the winter.

He wanted me to stare into his eyes.

 

I was having none of it.

But influences went over my body like a chill.

Lost alone he took my side with his cool cold hands.

For a minute we were one person one soul.

 

His eyes deep dark chocolate.

But too shy to look deep into his eyes.

Cheeks quite warm blushed and red.

I feel light dizzy and hot.

 

I feel so drained my head goes, I tumble.

I get inches from the floor.

His hands clasps around my waist.

As if he knew I was to drop.

 

The mysterious figure seems protective over me.

Like a Lion protects her cubs.

He watches over me as he lay next to me.

Checks on me tucks me in.

 

Is he for real or is he from my own creative imagination?

 

Reviews

[Alex W]

I randomly came across this poem, I like it :-) Very well written.

[Domo]

It's amazing how a poem with only 5-6 stanzas can characterize something that could be so little as eight paragraphs of a story or book.
Praise for poems, and their ways of mysteries.
Nice poem.
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