Note to Reader: Just a small poem I written in honor of Sheelos (like always). The main motivation for this poem is from another great poem I read. Hopefully, my poem is good enough since I don't usually write poetry… often. Expect my writings soon, though. Sorry! Main reason for my lack of anything at all is my internet connection... Gosh, I miss you all.
Dedication:
Samuu for being ever so patient and supportive after my lost internet connection and move recently. So I thought I write a poem after talking to her the moment I got my internet back.
Trickssi for updating her fic during my lost internet connection to continue the Sheelos craze for us both. Also, she loves this pairing as well.
A Perfect Mizuho Lady
By Rose-Wisteria(Potter29vo)
There's nothing else I want more
Than a perfect Mizuho lady,
That control of fight and sleep,
Her typical sensible remarks,
Her cultural good looks,
Mark the end of a race.
My vast sense of fashion, and my loose ideals
Forever mistaken in her eyes, forever lost.
She had angry marks on her forehead; she didn't catch my drift;
She still incredibly cute without her control temper.
What am I to blame her after teasing her so?
She expresses it well, screaming, slapping, madness in her eyes.
Only I saw that it was all a cover-up. She is still perfect.
Her usual talent is taken, snatched,
When her best friend zapped down by Volt.
Who stole my angry banshee and left a tearful soul in her heart?
Yet she continues on, she carries her responsibilities.
Only I saw that it was all a cover-up. She is still perfect.
Her kind heart unsettled by past's evil hand.
A long day with her along the moon, the snow, and the wind.
The blanket she uses covers the feelings ever so neatly.
Its warm comfort drives me wild. Wool? Cotton?
She sat there as still as a cat.
Only I saw that it was all a cover-up. She is still perfect.
Her spirit lost. There was only minutes left,
And she fell. She tries to put all the cloaks for him to see.
When will she realize how strong she is?
I took her into my arms, my fingers held onto her body,
And whispered prayers for her well-being. Everything will be okay.
Only I saw that it was all a cover-up. She is still perfect.
I can't help but tell her how wonderful, beautiful, and adamant she is.
But she dismisses me with a shake, says she doesn't think that are her qualities at all.
How can modesty and perfection be imprinted so deeply in one person?
Each subsequent rejection makes my love for my Banshee more derange.
Inside, I'm confident she really knew how I felt.
Only I saw that it was all a cover-up. She is still perfect.
There's nothing else I want more
Than my perfect Mizuho lady.
Owner of my heart, my soul, my mind, my self.
This must be a mirage, since everything is perfect,
And I love her and she loves me. This seems unreal, impossible.
But it's not an image. I was never blind. I was only lost.
She's not perfect. She was never perfect.
Her eyes, her confidence, her talent, her stealth, her strength,
are all falsities. All imperfect. But how could I not see it?
Because true perfection lies in imperfection. I wouldn't want it any other way.
I need her, and I love her.
Only I saw that it was all a cover-up. She was always perfect.
Ending Notes: I guess it was all right, I tried really and if it doesn't make sense, just ask me, I'll answer it. Hopefully, everything was correct though. Any feedback is appreciated since this is my first and possibly only poetry posted. I will talk about the following updates in my schedule in my next work, okay? Thanks, R R!