From Jean Grey To Scott Summers

He
sees
me through
red, and I see him
smile, and yet some how
there's part of me that wishes
he could see me through blue, so he'd
know the calm I feel when he's with me. He
sees me through fire, and he sees me want him,
and part of me wishes he could see me through
water so he knew the quiet of my soul in his
hands. He sees me through power, and I see
him love me, and I wonder if he knows
the weakness he creates in
me when he
says:

"I love you."