"Everything I touch grows beautiful,"
He whispered as he carressed my hair
"But you're so imune to my touch,
You wouldn't need it anyway,"
He sighed happily,his hands gently
Smoothing my face
I laughed,he teased me,pretended
To be a gentlemen and kiss my cheek
Breathing in my honey scent
Which choked us both up as we tried to speak.
"Everything I love is touched my god,"
I whispered as I stared into his eyes
Though I had no faith,It
Kept me strong.
"He must have touched you at birth
With golden fingers," I kissed him
Let my black blanket of curls
Fall over his face.
"Covered you in golden dust,"
He held me like he loved me
Like no-one ever had before
"If I didn't know you were human
I'd guess you were an angel,"
He said softly
I laughed while I listened
And the words fell upon my ears
Like the music of silver bells.
"Everyone with your voice and smile
With your beautiful eyes of blue water
And your ebony black curls
Deserve so much better," he sighed
I let the crimson tears run down my cheeks
As he destroyed them with hiskisses,
"All people like that deserve much better.
But since there is only you,"
I saw what he meant
I created a waterfall
Which angels swam in,laughing
"I don't deserve you," he was crying,I felt it
It felt his warm tears like sadness on my skin.
He repeated my name,three times,Elizabeth,
"I don't deserve you,be happy," he suppressed
A sob,let me go,and left me broken
On his bedrom floor.
A.N:I may write a sequel poem.