A Man Who Cries (AKA- A Man Can Cry)

Poem from Eriol's POV .

Men do not cry,

I am a man, so neither do I,

But I want to, for her I do.

I glance at her picture on the shelf,

Her hair raven, eyes Amethyst wealth,

Still my sadness under glasses hidden,

The phone rings its familiar chime,

I answer though it's not the time,

Now it never is, so why bother,

Her voice makes me go weak,

Barely can I even speak,

Cheerful her voice, with a dash of sadness,

I know she's sad, I ask her why,

She proclaims her love for me, I love you too, I reply,

She bounds through my study door, hugs me as a tear escapes my eye,

I am a man, but still I cry.



AN- Did you like it? Hope you did. My new CCS fic will be on soon, its not a one parter this time, thanks - *Vic*