Aching For...

His eyes leave me in a daze
with their golden colour and the
way they could see into my heart.

He knew just what to do
and just what to say when I
start feeling down or troubled.

One would never guess
how much he ached for something.
He ached for one thing more
than he could explain.

What was his aching for?
One would guess he was yerning,
or lusting, for something.
But those people really don't
know him.

What he was aching for...
He was aching for...
Was aching for...
Aching for...
For...

Love

Kyuu I really had to write this lovely poem. :3 It is completely dedicated and devoted to the wonderful Ayame Sohma. I was having some real inspiration with Ayame, so I decided to let my mind do the talking, and my fingers do the typing. :D I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. And, I know it's pretty lame, but that's the kind of stuff I think up at 2 in the morning. So, :b. Also, I'm sorry it's so short, but that's the only thing I can really come up with. Really short poems that express my creativity at the time. I mean, it's not like I meant for it to be so short. . Maybe I'll come up with something better in the future...at least, I hope so. Well, I'm just rambling. Oh! Also! I do NOT own Fruits Basket or Ayame Sohma, although I won't deny the fact that I wish I did. So, please don't sue me! D: I have no money! Well, okay, that's a bit of a lie, but I couldn't help it.