Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. And I suck at poetry.
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Rock Lee.
Here's the truth.
He's not as fast as Sasuke.
He's not as powerful as him either.
He can't even use ninjutsu or genjutsu.
He's got these really, really creepy eyebrows.
It's like two big caterpillars crawled onto his face.
And...that extremely shiny black bowl cut bothers me.
I suppose he likes it, but his green spandex kinda freaks me out.
The way he talks is a bit strange, I think; why's he so polite to everyone?
The worst part is the way he sends those hearts from his eyes- weird as hell.
I could go on and on and on and on about all of Rock Lee's bad points.
And it wouldn't be hard to talk about it for hours on end, actually.
I'd rather talk about his many, many good points, in all truth.
Like the way he never forgets to tell me he loves me daily.
And every morning he kisses me- ignoring my breath.
The thoughtful door opening and notes in my bag.
Those hugs when I get home from working.
He pats my back when I'm sick.
I really do love you-
Rock Lee.
From, Sakura