Disclaimer: Slayers and its characters aren't mine. The poem is.
Loving You
I see you sitting there broken and dying,
I laugh at you crying in pain and desperation.
Your anger is most delightful,
And your pain is quite pleasant,
And while you grow weaker,
I grow stronger.
Yet while you sit there dying,
I feel almost sorry for you,
I take you in my arms and dry your tears.
Then I look into your eyes and my heart stops,
As I look through your cerulean depths,
I see into your soul,
I see the love you have for me.
Now your pain is no longer quite so pleasant,
Because...
Your love is like a needle in my heart.
It hurts more and more,
Because...
I fell in love with you too,
I'm not supposed to love you...
But I do.
Please...
Take this love out of me.
Loving You
I see you sitting there broken and dying,
I laugh at you crying in pain and desperation.
Your anger is most delightful,
And your pain is quite pleasant,
And while you grow weaker,
I grow stronger.
Yet while you sit there dying,
I feel almost sorry for you,
I take you in my arms and dry your tears.
Then I look into your eyes and my heart stops,
As I look through your cerulean depths,
I see into your soul,
I see the love you have for me.
Now your pain is no longer quite so pleasant,
Because...
Your love is like a needle in my heart.
It hurts more and more,
Because...
I fell in love with you too,
I'm not supposed to love you...
But I do.
Please...
Take this love out of me.
