I thought I'd try something new. So enjoy so fan poetry.
It's not like I meant to fall in love with her.
It was forbidden.
She was the enemy, a danger.
Not only to me, but to my friends and to my family.
My very duties and responsibilities denied me from having affection for her.
But something.
Some unknown force
Pulled me towards her.
I suppose it was her eyes.
Those dark orbs that can draw me in
and hold me there.
Staring into her soul
Those eyes that hold me completely captive.
I suppose it was her voice
The way should would call after me,
slowly rolling my name past her lips as if to savor saying it.
as if saying my name was the sweetest thing to fall from her mouth.
I suppose it was her mind.
A mind so brilliant and so sharp that it threw me off balance.
One that could create and tear down what ever it pleased
One that could invent entire worlds and describe them in aching detail.
I suppose it was the way she moved.
Flawlessly, with a grace usually reserved for dancers.
She holds herself in a way that transfixes me.
At ease with the beat of the world, darting in and out with precision.
I suppose it was her heart.
A heart filled with so many conflicting emotions.
Emotions of hate, fear, love, and treasured memories.
Her heart loves more deeply than one would think.
I suppose it was the way she kissed me.
So soft and sweet.
With such longing.
I suppose it was her hair.
The dark raven locks that shimmer in moonlight.
Soft and silky tresses that give when I run my hands though them.
I suppose it could have been one of many things about her.
But now I'm trapped.
Trapped by love
Trapped by lust
Trapped by longing
Trapped by feelings that have not held me captive before.
I'm lost.
Lost to anyone, but her.
Now,
No matter what anyone says,
I love her.