Written in Rinoa's First Person
Everyday
that I don't see your face,
Not another
like it in the whole human race,
In my
mind, I see your smile,
Always
kind, yet all the while…
Are you
thinking of me, my lion?
If another
day goes by,
Before I
get down on my knees and cry,
I will
never forget the courage you showed me,
In every
tense moment, you smiled hopefully…
Are you
thinking of me, my lion?
Those
dark eyes, that impassive expression,
His mind
is never anywhere but the mission,
The task
at hand, that shall be done,
Before
the day is fully gone…
Are you
thinking of me, my lion?
Never one
to show his emotions,
So hard
to read, confused notions,
His
forehead creases in uncertainty,
How I
wish I could ease his insecurity…
Are you
thinking of me, my lion…?
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Yay, done! Aren't you glad the torture is over? I am!
Kinda disappointed in this poem, ah well. It all depends on you critics out
there. You guys… yes you!
