A/N: Just some mushy stuff from Relena.
The Wind and the Sea
I hear the wind sweepin' down the hill
Speaks to me, night is still
Whispers in my ear
Words I never hear
Even when he is near
Feel the breeze blowin' from the sea
Lifts my hair, caresses me
Never takes my hand
To show he understands
Never touches me tenderly
Someday I'm gonna climb this hill
Find another day
His voice to say the words
I long to hear
Maybe then I'll live another year
So hear the wind sweepin' down the hill
Feel the breeze blowin' from the sea
Someday he'll take my hand
Someday he'll understand
Little prince of the star, come, rescue me
A/N: Okay, a little explanation is in store here. Basically Relena is dying from a terminal illness and is thinking that maybe if she could win Heero's affection some how and hear those three words she's never heard before, she might find the strength to live on another year. I always run my stories and poetry through my friends before putting them up, and this one got some interesting reactions. My friend David said it almost sounded like a song, and my boyfriend and my little brother Ken both said this would make a good short story. I'm kinda dwelling on that short story idea…tell me what you think!
~ChibiMercuryDeathScythe