She watches the small smiles
The hushed conversations
The silent staring that goes for miles
The gentle touches and concern.
She knows there is something
Going on between the two,
And yet she says nothing
Knowing he'll lie and hide
She had always thought she
Was his true love, but she wonders
If she was wrong and he
Is actually the one.
She sits for hours thinking
Refusing to speak as she
Figures it out, her body shaking
Then she realizes the truth
She is like a sister to him,
But the butler in black
Is the only light in his world dim
And she respects that, knowing he'll be happy.
She sits her cup steady
Her heart open, and her
Face void and empty
Of emotion, so she can speak
She tells him of how she has
Observed the two closely.
Of course he blushes and as
The butler smirks, tries to
Dissuade the young woman.
She shakes her head, and
Looks him in the eye and says,
"I know, and our friendship will never end."
She then stands, the once feelings for him, gone.
She had known for a while, but
Kept the secret locked deep.
That door is no longer shut
And she knows he'll be happy.
He's with the one he loves
And she will always be there
For the two sweet doves
She has come to know.
A/N: Just a poem I thought of while making the next chapter of my story, Thier Mistress, In the Arms of the Devil. It's about Elizabeth growing up, and giving Ciel away to Sebastian, but staying his friend despite it all.