When I first met Trowa, I could think only one thing. Yes, it's true,
just one thing about my special, banged boy. The line of his face, the
gleam in his hard green eyes, the smooth, supple movements of his strong,
slim body, all these things echoed it. I just couldn't help it.
I couldn't understand why, at first. Later on, I realized, and that's not too hard to imagine. I just saw him, before me, and it fit. It really seemed right. No one else understood. I told Duo, and he just laughed. I suppose its hard for someone to understand.
Every movement he made seemed to hint at it, the subtle secret that only I could guess. Sometimes I'd lay awake at night, and smile, imagining him. I told you, it fit. Every line of his body, every expression on his face, made truer that simple fact in my mind.
I hope I didn't smile. I hope I didn't laugh with the mirth of it all. When I first met my one and only love, there was only one thing going through my mind.
Man, would that boy look good in clown pants!
I couldn't understand why, at first. Later on, I realized, and that's not too hard to imagine. I just saw him, before me, and it fit. It really seemed right. No one else understood. I told Duo, and he just laughed. I suppose its hard for someone to understand.
Every movement he made seemed to hint at it, the subtle secret that only I could guess. Sometimes I'd lay awake at night, and smile, imagining him. I told you, it fit. Every line of his body, every expression on his face, made truer that simple fact in my mind.
I hope I didn't smile. I hope I didn't laugh with the mirth of it all. When I first met my one and only love, there was only one thing going through my mind.
Man, would that boy look good in clown pants!
