The Burning Flame

As the candle burns,
there he lies next to me,
with arms like a barrier
as he holds me,
no one can harm or touch me,
we stare into each other's eyes,
I see a twinkle,
is it love, happiness,
or both,
or something else?
I just lay there smiling
from ear to ear,
sometimes I want to poke him,
is he real?
The candle flame is getting low,
the room gets darker,
our bodies get closer,
we're slowly slipping into sleep,
and for once,
just this once,
I am truly happy,
that I feel like I belong in his arms,
keeping me safe and warm.