"Quatre"
by Shinigami Baby
Eyes.
Innocent, beautiful eyes.
Deep seas of endless blue.
I love his eyes.
Eyes that have seen war.
Eyes that wish to see peace.
He doesn't want to fight.
Nor do I.
But I will.
For those eyes...
A smile.
He's so beautiful when he's happy.
Smiling when he plays his violin.
Smiling when he sees me.
May I kiss that smile?
I'll ask him that sometime.
I love his smile.
Keep smiling, Quatre.
I'll fight.
I'll fight for that smile...
Hands.
So delicate.
So small.
May I touch them? Just once?
Perhaps one day, I'll ask him that question.
I don't want those hands to be anymore stained with blood.
I love those hands too much.
Keep your hands innocent, Quatre.
I'll fight instead...
Soul.
Such a pure soul.
So forgiving.
So loving.
Do you hate *anyone*, Quatre?
You seem to love everyone.
Do you love me?
I love you.
I'll tell him that one day.
Maybe.
Your soul is gentle.
Let me fight instead of you...
You stir in your sleep,
Mumbling something quietly.
I should leave.
You might wake up any second now.
Half of me wants to run away.
I'm afraid of your reaction.
Are you afraid?
Do you fear me, little one?
Half of me wants to stay here.
I'm going to protect you in your sleep.
If you wake up and find me here, I'll confess.
I love you, Quatre.
"Trowa?"
"Hai, little one?"
"Why do you love me?"
Damn that Uuchu no Kokoro.
"I love you because you are my peace."
Here it comes...
Trowa, you're a boy.
I can't love another boy.
Watch, he'll say that.
"And I love you as well, Trowa."
He didn't say it.
I look at him.
With my eyes.
I smile at him.
With my smile.
I touch him.
With my hands.
I love him.
With my soul.
All I am becomes his.
All he is becomes mine.
I love Quatre.
And he loves me.
END
This wasn't really a poem. More like Trowa thinking than anything. Sorry if it kinda looks like a poem. If it does look like a poem, then what a crappy poem it must be. Heh. I wonder if I drew any Yaoi haters in with this one since I didn't post a warning like I usually do. Hmmm... Anyway, please review. ~_^ Jaaa!
by Shinigami Baby
Eyes.
Innocent, beautiful eyes.
Deep seas of endless blue.
I love his eyes.
Eyes that have seen war.
Eyes that wish to see peace.
He doesn't want to fight.
Nor do I.
But I will.
For those eyes...
A smile.
He's so beautiful when he's happy.
Smiling when he plays his violin.
Smiling when he sees me.
May I kiss that smile?
I'll ask him that sometime.
I love his smile.
Keep smiling, Quatre.
I'll fight.
I'll fight for that smile...
Hands.
So delicate.
So small.
May I touch them? Just once?
Perhaps one day, I'll ask him that question.
I don't want those hands to be anymore stained with blood.
I love those hands too much.
Keep your hands innocent, Quatre.
I'll fight instead...
Soul.
Such a pure soul.
So forgiving.
So loving.
Do you hate *anyone*, Quatre?
You seem to love everyone.
Do you love me?
I love you.
I'll tell him that one day.
Maybe.
Your soul is gentle.
Let me fight instead of you...
You stir in your sleep,
Mumbling something quietly.
I should leave.
You might wake up any second now.
Half of me wants to run away.
I'm afraid of your reaction.
Are you afraid?
Do you fear me, little one?
Half of me wants to stay here.
I'm going to protect you in your sleep.
If you wake up and find me here, I'll confess.
I love you, Quatre.
"Trowa?"
"Hai, little one?"
"Why do you love me?"
Damn that Uuchu no Kokoro.
"I love you because you are my peace."
Here it comes...
Trowa, you're a boy.
I can't love another boy.
Watch, he'll say that.
"And I love you as well, Trowa."
He didn't say it.
I look at him.
With my eyes.
I smile at him.
With my smile.
I touch him.
With my hands.
I love him.
With my soul.
All I am becomes his.
All he is becomes mine.
I love Quatre.
And he loves me.
END
This wasn't really a poem. More like Trowa thinking than anything. Sorry if it kinda looks like a poem. If it does look like a poem, then what a crappy poem it must be. Heh. I wonder if I drew any Yaoi haters in with this one since I didn't post a warning like I usually do. Hmmm... Anyway, please review. ~_^ Jaaa!