This is a poem I wrote from Peeta's POV. Once again, I am no poetry expert but I hope you enjoy!
I watched her always at school from afar
Her dark hair braided, her gray eyes bright
I watched her grow in life and strength
Her strong spirit hardening, her determination growing
I watched her go from starving to hunter
Her face ever concentrating, her hands ever steady
I watched her laugh with another young man
Her rare smile sparkling, her rare laugh twinkling
I watched her replace her dear sister that day
Her eyes filled with horror, her face filled with dread
I watched her face as my name was called
Her flash of recognition, her eyebrows drawn together
I watched her leave her spark behind
Her cape of flame burning, her hand holding mine
I watched her in our days of training
Her hands steady working, her mind ever concentrating
I watched her spin with childish glee
Her dress all aflame, her eyes sparkling bright
I watched her face when I told her my love
Her eyes wide, her face shocked
I watched her sleep through the many nightmares
Her body sweating, her heart thumping
I watched her prepare for the games without stop
Her Body strengthened, her heart determined
I watched her rise in the arena with fear
Her eyes confused, her feet flying away
I watched her climb that tree up high
Her eyes dark with anger, her face filled with hate
I watched her stung and sickened leave
Her mind unbalanced, her eyes unfocused
I watched for her face up in the sky
Her face never showing, her cannon never blowing
I watched her look for me in frantic haste
Her hands quickly helping, her eyes filled with worry
I watched her clean my wounds with care
Her hands ever gentle, her head ever steady
I watched her feed me that sleep syrup potion
Her face worried, her weapon ready
I watched her return all bloodied and saved
Her hands giving me the medicine I needed
I watched her kiss me for real and for true
Her body softened, her eyes closed
I watched her face when she found me with berries
Her eyes truly scared, her heart really thumping
I watched her run ahead as we were chased by mutts
Her braid waving, her feet flying
I watched her save me from a horrible death
Her aim straight and true, her eyes never faltering
I watched her give me those berries at the end
Her eyes sad, her strength gone
I watched her being taken away from me
Her bloodied body fixed, her scars finally mended
I watched her being truly restored
Her head finally steady, her heart finally mine
I watched her truly learn to love me
Her heart opening, her eyes softening
So is my story of my dear, beautiful Katniss
Her love is great, her heart is now mine
I hope you guys enjoyed reading this!
~Danielle
