The Dream Poem by Christine Angelica

He held my hand,
His fingers
Wrapped my body
Like nobody else's
Ever could,
He caught my gaze
And stared
Into the nothingness
Of my existence
And made it beautiful
Just my looking
At it.
I blushed
And he smiled back
Making mine
Turn into magic.
He came close
And whispered
You beautiful thing,
I love you
For all that you are
And everything
That made you.
My heart
Skipped a beat,
And
I woke up
Because of the thrust.