Not really a poem... more like a short story...

The rain that patters upon the leaves
A smile that plays upon your lips
With those looks of hope, the rain fades
Sun speckled grass on what we run.

I remember when we first met
I remember when you held me close
Whispering your words of forgivness
As I faught the darkened monster

You never knew, and still you don't
Yet you stand by me side
A french boy, no older then me
Yet in your heart, your as Irish as I

You whisper of the coastline,
In a hope to coax me to return
As I fell asleep in your arms,
You stayed beside me till morn

A day passes, then a week
And still I can not meet your eyes
You ask me if I am still afraid
As we make our way through the mess

With our trays carefully balanced,
I reply my heart's words
'How can I be afraid of you?
They tell me how you portected me...

They whisper how you terrfied me
And yet... You are a saviour
Others would run in fear, yet you stayed
You are an angel... and angel in a forest.'

With my words, you no longer avoided
You came to my side,
A constent smile upon your face
A glint that held your eyes

My french saviour
Whom longs to be irish
Come with me as I dance upon the grass
Come with me.... join me at the coastline...