Disclaimer: Don't own him. Wish I did. Dedicated to Gaara
My Angel
An angel dances across my dreams
I've fallen in love it seems
His hair as red as blood,
While mine is as dark as mud
He has eyes like a green sea
He weaves ribbons of sand about me
Why does he have this kind of hold,
With eyes that are so cold?
I reach for him, but he dances away
There's not much words can say
I want to touch my angel,
In his hair, my fingers want to tangle.
He builds for me a castle of sand
Upon the clouds it stands.
Where my imagination runs wild
But not that of a mere child
Teasing me he gets close
Only to jump away as I extend my hand
He's like a red rose
Beautiful down to his nose
He knows what I want most
But he is like a teasing ghost
He likes to disappear
And make me shed a tear.
He returns once more,
The angel I adore
He won't abandon me
Although he is wild and free
He can never be tamed
But he has not gone un-named
People might think he's a creep
But to me he's rather sweet
Of him I have no fear
For it's he I hold dear
I know he feels the same
It's as true as his game
He wants for me to play
Upon the sand on which I lay
But I want him to play instead
And weave about me his sand's thread
Why does he tease me so?
Why is it he does not go?
Because he knows I need him here
He knows I want him near
My angel watches me through the night
Until I am forced into morning's light
Why must my angel leave?
Why can't he stay and weave?