As the sun descended beneath her coal black hair, the golden ring set fire to her skin so fair. I've waited and waited, counting every tick and tock. All for my princess to open my heart's deadbolt lock. Every weekend we meet alone, away from noise and city drone. To her it's nothing more than a picnic...to me, an inner apocalyptic. As we sit beneath the shadow of the great cherry tree, she gives me a smile and milk for bitter black tea.
She turns away, distracted as usual. I touch her arm, trying to be casual. What's wrong, I ask for the first time today. She hesitates and shakes her head—she doesn't say. I remind her that I'm her guardian angel, that I'd trade my life for hers if I were able. She laughs, she doesn't know I'm serious. No, she says, I'm mistaken...I'm overzealous.
There's a stir somewhere inside, she said so mysteriously inclined. Something is right, something is wrong, an emotion driven too far beyond. There's an urgent need, a, perhaps, unwelcomed greed. My princess was close to tears, she quavered and she held my hand. She pressed on her shifting fears, my heart propped up by sifting sand.
I wish I knew what you were thinking, she told me softly. I didn't know what to say or do, I muted choicely. I wish I knew if you knew it would always be you. I'd love to love you, and to have you love me too. That was what I would to say if my nerves would pave a way.
She pushed her tea away and shifted closer to me. I didn't move an inch, could hardly breathe. Something was different today, and I had been slow to notice. She asked if I knew the definition of precious.
Precious is but one thing, her words I will never forget. They were human qualities, and to me a great upset. Black hair and angel wings, silver blade, her selfless sling. Up and down beyond the city sound, all she wants is solid ground. She said my name and soothed my fears. Reaffirming emotions, she stilled my tears.
"You've been so shaken; you never look me in the eye. You're all closed up, and quietly I hear you sigh. You want to be my safety net. You want me to trust. In this I'm cheated, you never confide. I love you...so much. But to you, these are duties and musts."
My princess, I cannot express. This love you speak of was never confessed. My love differs from yours, but from this I hope to explore. Gutless warrior and a pity to the name, speak your heart and perhaps she'll feel the same.
Forgive me, My Lady.
When words were not enough, I pull her in and take the plunge.
This isn't magic, this is love.
Author's Note: Just something I found and finished on my computer. This was a pretty fun and short project that I just did when I didn't feel like working on my longer works. Hope you've enjoyed it :)