I'm content with just holding her.

I'm content with just taking her hand in mine.

I'm content with just teasing her.

I'm content, yet I can't yet call her mine.

I have to let her figure things out.

I can't yet take that first kiss away.

For if I did, it would mean nothing.

That'd certainty be a tragedy, eh?

I'm content with just kissing her cheek.

I'm content with just kissing her nose.

I'll die inside if she says she doesn't love me.

But, "If you love something, set it free."

That's how the old saying goes.

I'm content with her yelling at me.

I'm content with her calling me names.

Because I know inside, she doesn't mean it.

And maybe, just maybe, she feels the same.

Feels the same about me as I do her.

Now that'd be something wouldn't it?

This girl here, she's stolen my heart.

And, my. I can't control it.

I'm content with just loving her quietly.

I'm content with not letting myself slip.

Though occasionally, it's okay.

It's okay to admit.


Short poem in Ikuto's point of view. It's not one of my greatest, but I like it.

Anyway, disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara or any of its characters.

R&R, yeah?