"He"
Trowa on Quatre
March, 2000

The color
or his eyes
are the pools
of a turquoise's
heart.

The softness
of his face
are soft velvet
to my touch.

His body is lithe,
a gentle and strong
panther prowling at night,

and his stare
are moon beams
illuminating
my darkness
with light.


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