Him
Hair made of gold,each spike standing on its own,
Eyes, pools of sapphire blue,
No memory of life before,
No thought of life ahead for sure,
Temper of a burning inferno,
Heart as pure as newly fallen snow,
Half of another, looks almost the same,
He may be a Nobody to you, ut to me...to me,
He is my life.
Auther Note: If you can guess who I'm talking about, I'll give you a prize. Sevvy, this dosn't count for you, saying I already told you who it is.