As we sit together
Something comes to me
About the girl sleeping
Just right next to me.

Her eyes match mine;
The same shade of blue
We have something between us;
Something strong and true.

When we meet,
I feel something different
It’s something she creates.
I’m lost and confused,
I’m in such a state;
Why do I feel this way;
When I know who I am?

I am a criminal,
Loving a young girl.
What should I do…?
I would never say,
That I do love her…
Though it’s true.

Her blue eyes,
Like a late afternoon.
Her sweet brown hair,
Swirling behind her.
Her smooth pale skin,
The colour of cream
She’s just about perfect
She comes from a dream.

And when our lips touch
It’s a whole ‘nother story
How they brush together;
It’s really such a glory.

How could this be;
Is this lovely angel
Really meant for me?
I doubt that it’s true.

But now’s all that matters;
As we sit together.
I wrap my arms around her
And forget everything else.

And the only thing that
Matters to me now
Is my pretty, sweet Kiyurie,
Lying in my arms.
Sleep well, my Angel.

{I know, it’s random. Please rate and comment! ~Yurie}