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!