Author's Note: This is my first time posting anything, and I don't usually write poetry (when it's not for an assignment). However, the recent episode of Doctor Who inspired me. If you don't ship Whouffaldi (Twelve and Clara), this isn't for you.
You said that it was your time to go-
That you weren't coming back.
There was no fighting nature's flow,
And time had chosen its track.
I felt my heart tear in two,
And railed against your bloody nobility.
The truth is I love you.
To function without is not in my ability.
I made you promise to return.
You did so after a moment's thought.
My proposed love you didn't spurn,
And I found the answer I'd sought.
Until you were back in my sights,
I had to remain strong-
No quibbling about all the rights,
Yet preventing a major wrong.
We didn't suspect their clever trap,
Or what-in seconds-followed.
You'd returned after a long nap,
And your eyes were not truly hollowed.
With your cleverness and strong will,
We were safe and sound.
You removed what could haunt us still,
And I rejoiced in what I found.
We left together-two souls made one;
The time for hidden truths now done.
Author's Note: Feedback is appreciated.