The heart.
She has shown me something;
It makes the hole in my chest ache.
The woman: My heart.
Onna.
O
Her gaze upon me, tempered steel,
Her hair the sun's last breath.
Her manner gentle, but softly unwavering.
Her skin is a peach, firm yet silken.
Hime, my princess, my heart.
O
Her courage when faced with True Despair,
Her ability to make me smile.
Her resolve when told that no one was coming;
Her lips like an unturned rose.
Hime, my princess, my heart.
O
Her trust, foolishly placed in me:
That feeling that gave me chills.
Even when taken, she calls for me,
A rare twinge; she starts my unfeeling heart.
Orihime, my princess, my heart.
My Onna.