A/N: I think this one is pretty good. (Does not go with last poem)
Misty (Ash's Point-of-View)
Yellow globs of sundust float against her cheek.
Heavy sighs of happiness make me very weak.
The clouds above are formed and shaped to look just like her.
She is so pretty and oh, so sweet;
Graceful as a bird.
Wonderful and elegant,
Enchanting and fine.
I really hope and truly wonder if she will be mine.
She is my morning, noon, and night.
My love is in her hands.
The greatest moment of my life
will be when I am her man.