This is an assignment for my english class, I decided to post it because I was thinking Spamano when I wrote this, with my Spain, who is not the idiot he pretends to be.
His voice does not chime beautifully in the wind, like
Bells tolling in the morning air as the sun breaches the heavens,
But rhythmetically, gently, lovingly pours over my ears, like
Droplets of rain pounding the ground, cleansing the world of sins.
So heavy is his heart, plagued by insecurity and violent rage-
Often he lashes out, but causes no one lasting pain, unlike myself;
I have behaved like a rabid animal, mistakenly released from its cage,
For when my anger boils I have no sense, losing all sense of self.
When my Beauty is near, for he is quite appealing, I find solace,
For my Beast has calmed, the world melting away, not mattering;
The only thing that does is his happiness, seeing his smiling face,
And knowing that I am the cause for it-the universe could be shattering.
He truly is my savior, though he refuses to accept it, still believing
That he is nothing; such a silly notion when he is, in fact, my everything.