Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or the characters from the show, so don't sue.

A/N: This poem is from Enrique's POV.  Girls cling to him.  Hopefully this poem will reveal what he truly feels.  I'm horrible at poems… so all reviews welcomed.

The one who'll wield my heart

I wield the sword,

But, who wields my heart?

All girls fall for my charm.

No female can resist my good looks,

A handsome devil I am:

Hair made of 24 karat gold,

Soft, gentle blue eyes that cradles

Every girl's image within.

And yet, I still seek the one—

The one who'll wield my heart

Must I be cursed with good looks and no love?

Perhaps if I let go of seeking,

Appear before me will she?

Must I suffer this agony for my crime

Of playing these girls' hearts to get pass time?

Perhaps already she found me,

Perhaps she's trying to steer clear of me

And my playful mind.

I wield the sword,

But, who wields my heart?

Given up on my games I have,

The one who'll wield my heart

More precious to me

Than the foolish games of the child.

Honour and beybattles victories will I bring,

True compassion will I unveil,

The need to seek will deplete.

And with some hope and luck,

The one who'll wield my heart

Shall find and love me.