Bulma's Confession
Your hair is different; your lips are sweet
Your words cruel, but your arms I always meet
Your Face filled with Past Pain; I'm your Counselor
You fill me with your love; you are my lover
You stroke me with undying passion, and bare your seed with in me
You calm my screams with your lips, Cup my chin until you can see-
My eyes staring into yours, stroke, showing me how much you care for me
No words of love, only the view through your eyes that you make me see
And I return it with words to let you know " I love you."