Kero: Duh!! Everyone knows that
Pinklover: Well for your information furball…you didn't know that
Kero: I knew this poem was from that bratty kid
Pinklover: Hey…stuffed animal…Syaoran is not a brat or a kid…he just happens to be a very sofhearted young warrior.
Kero: Warrior? Huh? You gotta be kidding me…that brat is anything but a warrior….hahaha…a warrior…hahaha
Sakura: Shut Up Kero…it just happens to be that he is a very friend…you dare not laugh or there will be no more puddings for you
Kero:Nooooooo….
Disclaimer: I don't owe CCS…Clamp does…I only own this poem…ok…
Eternal RingWhat is this I feeling?
Every time you come near me
What is this sensation?
Every time you look at me
Is it your emerald eyes?
I could stare at forever
Or is it your radiant smile
You always wear on.
Is it just how beautiful you are?
Or is it…just the way you talk…just the way you look…
The way you speak to me
I just keep on having dreams about you.
Your only image is stuck in my mind
An image that cannot be erased…
That cannot fade…
That cannot be torn away
Why do I always keep on thinking about you?
Is it my mind, is it my heart or is it just the way I feel about
you
Why do I always feel so lonely without you?
Are we destined to be together?
I don't have a single clue?
Please tell me what is this I feel.
Just how tempted I am to hold you in my arms…
To run my hand through your auburn hair
Like you are a special charm
Just how lovely you look in the sunlit sky
Takes my breath away
As you pass me by
I am starting to know this feeling
Which troubles me every day and night
How enchanting is your song
When you sing it in the moonlight
Is this love?
Yeah it is
My one and only love
That cannot be stolen
As fragile as you look to me
This is the first time I have seen someone so amazing
This is the key
To our eternal ring
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Hope you liked it. It was from Syaoran's point of view. You know…the romantic one…Please review if you have anything to say about it…anything it is…but please review…check out my fanfics on Card Captor Sakura: The Door To Our Pasts
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