Author's Note: I don't own Fujin or Seifer (Damn it)
Prologue: Fujin is thinking about her relationship with Seifer, and her words seem to flow better on paper then on her tongue…
He Never Knew
Hands combed hair; fine, sleek,
As I reached down to place,
A kiss upon his cheek.
Waken, he did not,
And his proud, handsome face,
Made my heart knot.
Everything he does,
Is so perfect, so true,
A choice wrong? Not his.
Never would you rest,
Your dreams, you would pursue,
'Form of a quest.
Knighthood fell on you,
You left; became a chief,
But we remained true.
And as my love grew,
I remembered in grief-
You never knew.
Author's Note: Hi Everyone! This is my first poem EVER, so reviews would be nice. Flames too! Lol. I'll be coming out with a FF8 fan fiction shortly, so keep a look out on me! Thanks for reading!! Review, please!
