My Golden Angel
By: SabinsAngel
Staring, Waiting, Watching…The way he flies in the air,
Shining blue eyes darken on impact
His Brown hair and light brown beard are drenched in sweat from fighting
His outfit clinging to his skin like a bee to honey
Hearing his tired breath once he stops and rests
Hopes of finding gold are fresh in his mind
Best friend by his side always thinking alike
His moves act like music, always moving to the beat of his own rhythm
The many impacts of his body act like thunderclaps in a rain storm
Climbing up and dropping down with the force of a stone
Onto the body of a fellow warrior whose dreams are the same
Watching him fly like the majestic eagle breathes life into my beating heart,
Waiting for him to make the win excites my every molecule of my body
Staring into his bright eyes fills me with love…
The sweet scent of passion wafts towards my heart
His shining soul bursting with the light of a true-hearted warrior…
He looks my way and asks me to join him in his room for a celebration which I accept…
And as I walk with him and his friend…
My mind begins to wander with many thoughts and feelings…
He holds my hand and smiles at me….
As I smile back, a voice in my mind says
"He may not be a champion yet…
But, he is my Golden Angel.
As you can tell, I'm talking about Chris Sabin. I hope you liked my poem.
Miss Neko.