*Note that this is in Sakura's point of view.*

Every time I see your face, With eyes so bright and true
ready to take what ever comes along...
Then the card returns to my hand,
I see your face and something just
feels wrong
Then I look into your eyes so bright and
true and wonder 'Why was I chosen and not you?'
I opened the book and broke the seel,
but every time a card returns to me I don't know what to feel
You know more than me, it's true but why was I the chosen cardcaptor and
not you?
"oh Key of Clow
Power of magic, Power of light
surrender the wand
the fore ignight!
Release!"
Then the card turns and faces meand I give it a face so feirce. I slam
my wand down on it.
"Return to your power confined!"
The magic swirls and takes a form and then returns to me
Then I see you face with your eyes so bright and true ready to take
whatever comes along
and some how I just feel wrong even though
I know what happens is true. I still feels wrong inside.
Then you smile at me and look happy through and through
and one again I start to wonder, Why was I chosen and not you?
Why, oh, Why was I chosen and not you.?
I
know, I know, it's another weired poem by some hopeless romantic. But oh well. I am quite pround of it. Tell me what you think!!!
Flame's ok.