Blue eyes and red armor
A glimpse of sky in a field of flame
A smile, warm as afternoon,
Hair gold as a kiss from the sun
My world tilts when he turns his head
My body quakes when our gazes meet
My cold reason becomes bubbling childishness
And my mind mercilessly berates me for falling.
That man is not him
He will never be him
But against my will, my heart is turning.
I hesitate, I doubt
Questioning this feeling
Opening like a bud,
Exposing tender petals
Beneath needle sharp armor
Emotions I thought I had locked away
Along with memories of him.
I promised myself, like it was a promise to him
I would never forget, till sky crashed to earth.
But what have I forgotten? Eleven thousand years have passed since I have felt this.
This man is not him, and yet he is so like him
Burning me within, like the Red-Eyed Dragoon he is
And now... I falter where I thought I never would.
