AN: Hey this is a poem about my friend Sakiko and how she feels about Heero. I obviously dedicate this poem to Sakiko. Thanks for being such a great friend Sakiko…you rock and Heero and Hinoto love you... :)
Quatre: isn't it nice how she's writing a poem for her friend
Heero: it's about me too….
Trowa: yes it is…how very kind she is
Heero: this Sakiko girl…I wonder who she is (Relena bashing for my friend Sakiko)
Duo: I bet you she's better than Relena
Heero: anyone is better than Relena
Author: see they really don't like that dumb blond Relena hehe
What is it I love?
I will never know what I truly love about him.
Maybe it's his eyes, like the deep blue sea.
Maybe it's the way he acts…such attitude.
He tries to act like he doesn't care, but I know he does.
He's so confused.
Maybe it's what he feels…what he thinks.
He hates war, he can never stop thinking…about that girl…what he did
I knew it what he did was a mistake.
He can't stop thinking about it.
What is it that I love?
I'm searching for an answer, examining and thinking of everything about him.
As he holds me in his strong arms, protecting me, everything else is oblivion.
It's just him and me.
Maybe that's why…I think.
That why I love him…
It's not his eyes…
Or how he acts…
Or what he feels…even though I love those things about him
…what I really love is …him.
I just love him, and now I understand.