Blanket Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

Her smile glimmers like the sun's reflection
off the surface of the ocean;
a blue blanket mixed with light.
Comforting when we speak,
I feel wrapped in a warm embrace
like a kid with his blanket
rocking on a rocking chair.
I guess I've feared to move on,
I don't want to shovel pain
like coal into a fire pit.
I guess when the right one comes,
my fears will be blanketed
by your light like life is
by the blue blanket that reflects light.
What is there to fear?
Why do we fear?
I guess it is normal here
when the blankets before
shredded by wear and tear.