Perfection
A little poem I came up with about Squall admiring Sephiroth. Don't worry, no yaoi. In fact, no warnings for the poem at all. Hope you enjoy!
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Perfection
A new day shines upon humanity,
It taunts me and throws me into my reality.
Perhaps it is the god's punishment,
But why have I been blessed by the sight of an angel?
I wonder that as I admire from afar.
Long ago I tried to break my obsession,
The obsession that forces me to admire him every day,
But alas, I have failed.
His eyes, although emerald in color,
Are a flame that lights the endless dark in my heart.
His silver hair glistens in the sun;
You must be blind to say that he is not an angel.
But why must everyone hate him?
Just saying that he's perfect is an understatement,
Certainly, he must be a god.
A part of me hopes to be like him;
Brave, strong, and perfection.
But there is only one way I can be like him,
I sigh as I know the world's response. Why?
To watch his body was considered a sin.
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I'd like some reviews or constructive critism; this is my first poem that I've written in a while.