My Angel

• Dannielle Buasai, Grade 9A
• Poetry
• 2013

He has wavy golden-blonde hair,
with eyes to match.
like a lion in his lair.
silver scars cover his body,
and looks no older than 17.
protruding from his back are the most
beautiful wings in the world.

As I whisper soft words in his ear,
his heart beats faster and his forehead touches mine.
His eyes beg me not to leave.
His hands begins to feel my wings,
as if they are about to fall off.
His body slowly relaxes as I stroke his hair,
he leans into my touch and hums in content.
His hand fiddles with my necklace,
the pendant hangs like what it is, a feather.