L-O-V-E
By Gacktosan
Disclaimer: I don't own GW or any of its characters.
Heero Yuy looked down at the folded piece of paper he had just read, trying to figure out exactly what it meant. He looked down and read it again, still pondering the words' meaning.
The warmth of the body between my arms.
The burning of passion in my heart.
traces of breath sweeping across my face.
The feel of arms around me.
The light smell of salt and sweat lingers.
I kiss your shoulder, feeling your heat on my lips.
If only you could feel my fleeting soul.
It waivers on the edge of reality.
My head embraced by your neck.
Lying here is the best thing I have ever felt.
Old feelings rush hurredly from my senses only to be replaced.
New feelings wash over me and I am lost.
The sea of emotion carries me beyond the shores of humanity.
Now I experience what only the gods were meant to see.
Feeling only what can be described in wordless awe.
So trivial a thing, to be summed up by four letters.
Yet so vast a meaning that i can either tear or bind.
Break and mind. Rip apart and bring together.
Love.
So small a word yet so large a feeling.
L-O-V-E.
Echoed across eternity by all of humanity.
Felt by even more than is physically possible.
A drug and a poison.
A cure and an antidote.
Washing, crashing, embracing enveloping.
breaking, churning, dividing, twisting.
I am lost in this emotion, this feeling, this WORD.
Experienced only once by me thus far.
To be experienced many times after.
I look back at myself and see a person lost.
Part of my soul is gone, to be bonded forever with part of yours.
Helpless to know the true meaning.
Part of me dies as I wait...
Then I wake.
I see you lying there.
I see your body between my arms.
I feel the love in my heart.
Was it real or a dream.
Or is it life itself?
The greatest game of them all.
You wake and all answers are questioned.
All questions answered.
Suddenly I am free.
One word describes this new freedom...
Happiness.
Happiness until once again I feel love.
Then the cycle repeats.
Driving me mad with it's redundancy.
I feel myself slipping, so I make my choice.
I surrender.
To you.
To love.
To myself.
I surrender.
Heero, I'm glad I have you. Nothing happened to me, so don't worry. I just felt like writing this to show how much you actually mean to me. And if you're wondering what the little piece of paper attached to this poem's envelope is, it's a reservation to Le Chateau, tonight, at 8:00pm. You probably won't see me before then because I have lots of work to do, but I'll see you there, ok?
Love, as always, Duo.
p.s. I have something important to ask you when I see you.
'Oh my god. This is so beautiful' was the only thought running through Heero's mind as he read the poem for the sixth time. This time, however, as he looked down at the paper, he noticed it was covered in spots where someone had cried. Without even knowing it, the Perfect Soldier had cried for the one he loved.
A/N: I had orignally written this poem for someone I liked, but never gave it to them. For some reason, I think it works well coming from Duo. Yes, I probably should have continued this with them meeting up at "Le Chateau", and going into further detail about that, but I think everyone knows what Duo is going to ask Heero, and what Heero's answer will be. Sorry for leaving you guys hanging, though.
tata
Gacktosan