I wrote a little sonnet, mostly non-rhyming, because I really liked the first line. I had written another, but it wasn't as good.

I don't own Bleach [I wish!]

I hate your little cherry blossom heart,

But do you see me stand off to the side,

Beside you yet so distant and apart,

You do not see the frozen smile nor stare.

You've never turned from your stand, not to look,

Nor to give that icy stare nor that arch,

Not to reprimand me, nor to scold me,

Still, I hate your cherry blossom heart.

Your icy little blossom is too cold,

It is like the boundless rain that plagues me,

Do you not feel the growing chill from me,

I wonder if you know that it is me.

I am told it was not always frozen,

But how can that help us, now that I've chosen.