A/N: This one, I think, is really beautiful. (Does not go with last poem)
Fantasy Reality (Misty's Point-of-View)
Golden flushes of blood-white stardust dance across his face.
Warm glows of hazy wonder come from his smile.
Gentle, tender fingers float across my cheek.
Soft, romantic lips touch against my own.
I am his and he is mine.
No love is greater on this moonlit earth.
And I think that's just fine.