Thomas Poem by Naiad Childe Heiseiryu

Thoughts of my Angel, I had to smile
He said he'd cut his finger and nail
that made my heart cry...
He doesn't know the meaning of 'shortly'
for it took him a day than hour
I talked about him with a friend
and he said damn that lucky guy
How he can lift your heart, and leave you in awhile...
He is like his mushroom, a very poisonous one
He captured my heart in a short period of time,
we both wonder the reason why...
But Love has its magic and find way to my heart
I looked crazy, laughing alone
as his thoughts crosses my mind...
I told him about these butterflies on my stomach
and he said, 'we'll find a way to cultivate them'
That makes this poem out of rhyme...
He is genius, a dreamlike, enchanting on every side
and he looks gorgeous and yummy
I wonder how this Angel can really be mine...