My Blacksmith

by mz-turner

A poem written by Elizabeth explaining her feelings towards her favourite blacksmith wink wink, but i don't want to give it anything. I hope it is as fun to read as it was to write. It's short and sweet so please R&R!

Disclaimer: No I don't own it, which is probably for the best, because if I owned William Turner, I'd tear him apart (hehehe)

I lose myself in his chocolate colored eyes,

And it breaks my heart when we say our goodbyes.

I long to be held in his masculine arms,

I'm swept away by all of his charms.

My fingers crave to twirl his hair,

A love like his is truly rare.

At his touch I find a safe feeling,

Because being with him is my form of healing.

How others judge me, I do not care,

By no means is it of their affair.

William Turner I hope to wed,

Because a life without him I simply dread.

My blacksmith I love with all my heart,

And as to how I feel, well this is only a start.

A/N: It was short and sweet right? Well please R&R