Well, Chaim-Sama is here to plague you all with crappy fan fiction. Enjoy, my poor, naïve readers.
Cinnamon And Violet
Quick glance, shy eyes.
Matching blush, matching thought.
'I love you'
No words, no idea
Of what passion each holds for the other.
But, maybe, could today be the day?
His lips part as if to speak.
Ah, but cinnamon eyes connect with violet.
And, like the spice, they burn his tongue,
Making the thoughts flame and die to ashes.
He breaks the gaze, turns away.
She is surprised.
For once there is no quick thumping of weapon on skull
Maybe things have gotten better.
A rustling of purple monk robes tell her otherwise.
Sigh, so continues the daily routine of two undiscovered lovers.
Doomed to flirt, feudal style, until he overcomes the taste of cinnamon.
And forces that sly tongue
To say the one thing he truly means
'I love you'