Her Prince
His heart is full of turmoil
Dark as night and cold as a winter day
He wears a mask to hide himself
from the cruel world that made him this way
Some may call her a lapdog
For wherever he goes she'll be there as well;
No matter how much she gets hurt, she'll always love him
She'd follow him into the depths of hell
Yet so many times he's hurt her
To him she's just a friend
He's too busy with his inner angst
To notice her love with no end
When he sank to his very lowest
She sank as low as he
Tears filled her eyes as she pleaded
At his side again to be
Afterwards the others believed he was dead
She refused to believe it was true
Never once did she visit his grave
She said, "I have no need to."
When to the living he returned
She fought again at his side
He told her that she didn't have to stay
Away from him she refused to be pried
When he went away she came as well
He told her again that leave she could
She told him that she'd waited too long
He replied, "Understood."
She loves him with all of her heart
And she's loved him ever since
His kingdom may be gone, but in her eyes
He will always be her prince.
Author's Note: If you're extremely slow and didn't realize it by now, this poem's about Zechs and Noin. I know what you're thinking...Oh my god, her 6x9 obsession has gone so far that it's even poetry! I had this idea in my head for a long time, I apologize for exposing you to my horrible poetic skills! Well, I think this one's halfway decent, but hey. I felt like writing something not-so-angsty for once, and moreso cute...and what better way to start than with a little poem? Yay! R/R please, but be please be nice. I don't take criticism well. ;.;
