Gold warm, silver cold,
His bright eyes so blue and bold,
Gold hen, silver fox,
Always hides in pale locks.
Gold blunt, silver sharp,
Voice pure as an angel harp,
Gold quiet, silver loud,
Thoughts kept in his darkened shroud.
Gold clumsy, silver lithe,
His wit cutting as a knife,
Gold trusting, silver sly,
Don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Gold lost, silver found,
Admiration when he's around,
Gold yang, silver yin,
I'm loyal to my lovely Gin.
A/N: This is my Bleach fan poem, written from Kira Izuru's perspective about Ichimaru Gin. I only wish I could conjure up a haiku or 5, since it would fit better with the whole Izuru deal. I do love those two together. They just fit so perfectly - complete opposites who make each other whole. At least Gin would never have to share his Persimmons!
Anywho... I hope people like it. I enjoyed writing it, though the last bit annoyed me to death.