Impromptu Poem/Rhyme

Birds of a feather stick together, bonds forming over time, hand in hand through the grass and sand, the warm days and cold nights spent, conversation easing the mind, speaking to beings unseen, unable to determine if it's a dream or a truly horrific scene, sssshhhh don't run goes the whisper in the dark, to run off and never be seen again would surely break my heart, so sit with me by the fireside and tell me your truths, from all the thoughts oh so happy to the truth oh so dark, sssshhhh it's okay, this is how it was meant to be, for one day, you'd be mine eventually.