Summary: Sometimes, even a lone Decepticon spy desire's something which could never be bought or trade with credits and energon.
The Love I Can Never Grasp.
How enchanting he was, her beauty pales those in comparison to his majestic grace.
His golden armor exterior which gleams in the presence of the sun, guards his soft gray abdomen from further exposure, while his figure gracefully dodges every explosives, grenades and missiles thrown at him from, Lugnut.
I yearn to hold him, to soothe him in his hour of darkness, but alas I could not.
Through the gaze of other strangers, they would state in their own mind, that he was a nuisance, a stubborn young mech who does not know well of his surroundings, that he was unfit to be, who he always dreamt of becoming, an Elite Guard.
But who are they to judge one's beauty for his differences, in my aspects, he was beautiful in his own charming way. He was one, who would not keep the words he would express from his heart to others, his heart was bared with gold, yet I, hold nothing but logic and not feelings.
Yet whenever I see him, or speak with him, my processor turns against me, it aches whenever I see him with the bot, Wasp. Or the fact he would be cruelly harassed by Sentinel Minor during our daily drills. No, I can't let that happen!
I will not stand here and observe, while this is going on to my beloved.
My beloved,
Mine.
Oh, the thought of claiming him as my own has left sensual desire within my thoughts that would be of question, to the mighty Primus.
However, I shall wait patiently, I am merely this close to making him trust me, and I shall have to destroy the existence of Wasp and Sentinel.
I will have you, my love.
My beloved.
Bumblebee~