Yes, this is slash. Don't like slash? Don't read it. It's that simple. I hope you like it, just a short little poem-thing in Anakin's POV.
Words Left Unspoken
I pace the quiet, empty room,
The words in my head probably leading to doom.
I'm married to Padmé, but my heart's just not there.
But, so not to hurt her, I pretend that I care.
No, the senator is not the one who I love,
Although she's an angel sent from above.
My heart goes to one I've known for so long,
That this kind of love seems a little bit wrong.
He does not know it (yes he is a he),
Though you'd think it would be kind of obvious to see.
Perhaps he does know? I just wish I could see,
Just see, maybe, how he feels about me.
Thought Padmé is beautiful, he is far more intoxicating,
But waiting for the time to tell him is a little frustrating.
I loved Padmé once, but the feelings are gone.
Now my only true love is dear Obi-Wan.
Yes, my master. Is it really that wrong?
My heart doesn't think so, it sings out in song.
His beautiful muscles flexing in training,
The last ounce of my control barely maintaining.
Obi-Wan's certainly a creature of the Force,
And I couldn't have fallen for him any worse.
I would tell my dear master, if only I dared,
And only if I knew that he also cared.
Love is completely against the Jedi code,
Which is another reason telling him is an untraveled road.
With Padmé, it was never this way.
I just kind of blurted my love out one day.
But my master isn't as simple, he's complex, unique.
And I guess just coming out isn't the best technique.
I think of how I'll tell him I care,
But I keep asking myself "do I really dare?"
As I ponder this thought, the answer seems clear.
I guess I can't tell him, I'm too full of fear.
And as I pace in this room, new thoughts are awoken.
The most important words, perhaps, are the words left unspoken.