A Poem of Ash reflecting on a question Misty asks him one day.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon
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I don't understand her at all. She scowls at me, argues with me and even though, through all. She still surprises me.
Beauty of
a Milotic.
Furiousness of a Gyardos.
Bright orange hair.
For her, she is the girl I care.
More than others.
More than anyone else.
This water-maiden spell.
Restricting me as well.
It is hard to say.
Hard to understand.
"How do feel about true love?"
She asked me one day.
I was at a loss of words to say
So I sturred out "Misty, I…
Llik…nno….llove you"
Gasping for breath and reaching for air.
"Oh Ash" she cried.
She said it too.
"I feel the same about you"
Grabbing her close.
Hugging her tight.
As their smiles,
Beamed like stars in the night.
Now understanding.
Now smiling so bright.
They watched the sunset.
As they held each other tight.
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