I Want Him

A short little poem about a girl in love.

His beautiful pale white face
Contrasts with his ebony cloak.

His eyes, so dark and full of mystery.
His sly grin, devious yet soothing.

Why does this feeling come to me?
And why only when I see him?

This blissful feeling I cannot deny.
To the point I sigh without realizing.

I try to get as close as possible.
I take in his scent when he descends.

I think I like him.
No, I think I love him.

He is a gift from god.
He is all I've ever wanted.

I long to be his and his alone.
Though I doubt I am the only one
Swooning over death.