Those cold eyes, dark blue
Why won't they melt in a smile?
In my dreams they do
I hate you, my love
It is a fickle feeling
but Love always wins
I try to hide it;
perhaps I succeed too well
I cannot show you
I wish you could see,
but I am glad that you don't.
It is confusing
This thing they call love--
It is really deaf and blind,
because I love you
The smirks, the insults
have no affect; I will not
be deterred from you
It is hard, my love,
to be in love with one such
as you--oh so hard!
A/N: Sorry if there was any confusion before. I had to replace the content of one of my other stories, which happened to be a oneshot that started with 'H', so I kinda sorta put a CSI story in this thing by mistake… woopsie!