A/N: I originally wrote this for a dear friend of mine and decided to share. I hope you enjoy my random poetic thoughts.
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or the characters. I do, however, own a keychain! AHA!
Sonnet I
Questioned Confessions
Roy sat and stared at what was before him,
his eyes twinkling with mischief and glee.
He was a suave man of tactics and whim,
to his own wicked pleasure he would see.
For ahead was the real thing, all in black,
with golden hair and eyes of golden steel.
Those eyes were daring him to talk back,
To answer that question, "Is this for real?"
Roy smirks and lets the pause last far too long,
"Of course Edward, I've loved you all along."
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