Mooshy poetry

[Anubis Nine]

I'm a poet, well, yea. And not a depressed teen angsting one usually these days at that! Most of my poetry gets kind of abstract but lately, I've written a few mooshy romance poetry since I found true love. (With a nice guy at that!)

A warm blanket,
let me surround you,
protect you,
from the world,
from hurt,
away from pain.
Wings, feathered hearts.
Allow me to take you,
let me be your wings,
Away.
I'll fight whatever comes to call,
and I'll catch you.
A pillow,
a blanket,
your warmth,
your armor,
I'll be your sword,
and protect you.

This one is fairly simple showing my feelings for the boy.

Two hands groping in darkness,
owners deaf of silence,
and blind by the night.

Lost and seemingly alone,
one had flint,
and one had a candle,
each useless by lonesome.

Once brushed by,
frightened at the touch,
she ran,
afraid of the candle that could light her way.

Afraid she would be burned,
both despaired,
in darkness,
and alone.

And at a chance,
at fate's bequest,
they touched again,
and this time...

This time they did not let go,
and there was finally light.

This is basically how we met.

Let me be your warmth,
When you’re cold,
When you’re hurt,
When your fingers ache with freezing.
Let me warm them,
Place them on me.
My face,
My shoulders,
Above my heart.
Let me be your flame.
And don’t push me away,
For fear of being burned.
This flame within is gentle.
This flame within is kind.
This flame within could love you.
If only you will let her.

And this is the one I wrote in the email confessing my love for him.