The thoughts of two people meant for each other. Translation of my Italian version: "Sono qui per te" (check on my Peacockfeather profile).
My first attempt in writing in English language. I'm Italian, so, please, be gentle and merciful. I know I made many mistakes. Writing is never a simple thing to do, but writing in a language that is not yours is an even more difficult task.
What I present to you is a short poem (even the literally genre is not so easy to translate), one-shot, written in first person, alternately from Allura POV (first chapter) and Keith POV (second chapter). If you like it, please review and let me know what do you think (I'll appreciate comments – not flames - about my English, too. I want to improve, so if you'll be so kind to help me… thank you!).
I don't own Voltron, etc, etc.
Allura:
I know you are there, my knight, as always watching over my sleepless nights.
You watch me from a distance, thinking of remaining concealed from my sight. Nevertheless I see you… I always see you, more with the heart than the eyes. And yet, you never come out of the shadow in which you wrap yourself up in order to continue, unnoticed, to look after me and leave me undisturbed.
What are you afraid of? Perhaps you fear that your presence will be something more around me, an unnecessary presence, or that you could somehow make me feel upset ... But I thought you knew, that you would have understood that everything in you and about you gives me only immense pleasure and joy.
I know that you watch me ... you look at everything, at me and around me. I know you fear that something might happen to me, that someone could hurt me ...
But if it could speak freely, without shame of his feelings, my heart would confess you that the worst harm is the one that it receives each evening from you. And yet, my heart is cruel ... because every night, despite this pain, it drives me out on this terrace, to find you. It wants to see you, wishes to embrace and kiss you ... but despite being filled with this desire, and instead you stay away, it is content with knowing that you are there, that you are there for me.
Yes, I know you are there ... Even if my eyes remain fixed on the horizon, my attention is completely turned toward you. Even if you're hidden behind the folds of the heavy curtain of the French window overlooking this terrace, I feel the energy of your eyes. I can feel the intense yet slight aroma of your perfume, which I'll recognize among a thousand, and which I'm also able to distinguish among the many fragrances that the wind carries to me from the prairie. You can hide from my sight, but not from the other senses of my body, all the times striving to find you. At times I am sure to hear even the sound of a deeper breath of yours...
What a silly girl I am! On this miserable planet a bloody war rages, and the only thing I can think of is you.
And probably it's just me who has these feelings! It would be wonderful, and I cannot stop dreaming of it, if you'll feel for me what I feel for you. Maybe you'll smile, If you'd know my fantasies. In fact I suppose you have many other concerns in this moment and your heart has intentions towards me far cry from mine. After all, you are my knight, my bodyguard, why should I think that something more than the mere sense of duty is pushing you toward that window every night to watch over my safety?
Yet your eyes ... when I look in your incredibly deep black eyes, especially in those rare moments when we are alone and we can speak each other without fear of being interrupted, I get lost in an ocean of emotions... I see your strength and your bravery and your sense of honor... but also your deep joy of living and having fun that sometimes you hide behind the armour of the leader that you wear with pride, but also with knowledge of the charges it involves. I can see a so deep sweetness and affection towards me ... I know you care for me, although sometimes, when I'm angry and I want to challenge you, I pretend to believe that I am for you just a "job" to do .
I know that I hurt you when I tell those words to you ... and that you would like to yell out whatever you feel for me... I understand that in those moments in your soul you're fighting an inner struggle, because your eyes show two conflicting emotions: a feeling intense and serene, which I dare not even to name, and, along with that, so much tormenting fear ...
What are you afraid of? Do you fear that I can not love you? Do you think that being a princess prevents me from having feelings? The feelings that any woman would feel for the man of her dreams?
Or maybe you're just afraid that this love would drag us into a future we had not planned, that it would disarrange our lives by depriving them of all the certainties we built them on ... You fear of losing everything for this love ... without knowing if eventually we'll be allowed at least to love each other...
I know this fear ... It 's the same one that stirs in me from the first moment I saw you. Yet, despite everything, the fear could not prevent me from falling in love with you. And this is the only certainty that I can have and that now matters to me: what I feel for you is able to overcome my greatest fears. And it is for this reason that it represents for me the most precious thing I possess.
My knight, I beg you, come out of the shadows… come to me ...
I'm here for you. I defeated all my fears to be here. And now I'm going to overcome the last obstacle: I'll turn toward the window and my eyes will be looking for you and silently they'll cry your name.
Please, answer my call. I know you're here for me, my knight, my Keith.