(Disclaimer!- Don't own the characters, y'know.)
A/N: This is a poem, not a story, 'lest you couldn't see that.. I may write a followup; Not sure!
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I could swear I saw you glance at me,
Out of the corner of your eye -
Should I keep that gaze in my heart, or
Should I fold it up, and place it in my pocket,
Amung the lint and pennies and scraps of paper,
To call upon on a dreary day?
Should I place it upon my dresser,
So I can gaze upon it fondly,
And gloat about it to my friends?
"Look!" I would say, "She looked at me!"
And they would hate me,
For they would know, that to me,
You are the air - Without you,
I cannot breath,
Nor speak,
Nor move,
Nor live.
But forever, you evade me,
Leaving me with memories of the days we shared before.
Days of joyful, sickeningly cheery glee,
Filled with smiles and hugs and kisses stolen in small places,
Where no one could find us, and chide us as if we were children.
But weren't we?
At heart, we were children, though it pains me to say,
And my dear, you grew up to quickly -
I should have seen it coming,
When I saw that look in your eyes,
That look that was too mature for you,
A look I had never seen.
Your cheerful radiance was gone,
Replaced by something bitter and angry -
Was it me? Did I cause that anger?
If so, tell me, and I shall punish myself for being so foolhardy,
For I should have known.
But still I hold that passing glance in my hands,
As though it were the most precious gem in the world;
For it is, to me.
Because it holds all my hopes and wispy wishes
Of you, of all we were, of all we could still be
We could still BE.
We could be more 'adult', more mature, more anything,
Anything you want,
For I believe in my heart,
That anything is a reasonable price,
To pay to have those glances be mine,
and full of love, once more.
But for now, my dear, Sweet Molly,
I shall cradle your glance in my arms as if it were a newborn calf,
Gently, tenderly, with all the care in the world,
And perhaps one day,
we shall be together again,
and I can give it back to you,
To show you how I was still yours, still devoted, still diligent,
Even when you were not mine -
I have been and will forever be, Your Spike.
A/N: This is a poem, not a story, 'lest you couldn't see that.. I may write a followup; Not sure!
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I could swear I saw you glance at me,
Out of the corner of your eye -
Should I keep that gaze in my heart, or
Should I fold it up, and place it in my pocket,
Amung the lint and pennies and scraps of paper,
To call upon on a dreary day?
Should I place it upon my dresser,
So I can gaze upon it fondly,
And gloat about it to my friends?
"Look!" I would say, "She looked at me!"
And they would hate me,
For they would know, that to me,
You are the air - Without you,
I cannot breath,
Nor speak,
Nor move,
Nor live.
But forever, you evade me,
Leaving me with memories of the days we shared before.
Days of joyful, sickeningly cheery glee,
Filled with smiles and hugs and kisses stolen in small places,
Where no one could find us, and chide us as if we were children.
But weren't we?
At heart, we were children, though it pains me to say,
And my dear, you grew up to quickly -
I should have seen it coming,
When I saw that look in your eyes,
That look that was too mature for you,
A look I had never seen.
Your cheerful radiance was gone,
Replaced by something bitter and angry -
Was it me? Did I cause that anger?
If so, tell me, and I shall punish myself for being so foolhardy,
For I should have known.
But still I hold that passing glance in my hands,
As though it were the most precious gem in the world;
For it is, to me.
Because it holds all my hopes and wispy wishes
Of you, of all we were, of all we could still be
We could still BE.
We could be more 'adult', more mature, more anything,
Anything you want,
For I believe in my heart,
That anything is a reasonable price,
To pay to have those glances be mine,
and full of love, once more.
But for now, my dear, Sweet Molly,
I shall cradle your glance in my arms as if it were a newborn calf,
Gently, tenderly, with all the care in the world,
And perhaps one day,
we shall be together again,
and I can give it back to you,
To show you how I was still yours, still devoted, still diligent,
Even when you were not mine -
I have been and will forever be, Your Spike.