Disclaimer: I don't own YYH. This poem is about Youko Kurama.

Silver hair,

Golden eyes,

Foxy glare,

And I smile.

I watch it to get away,

He makes me smile,

And erases the gray,

Far and wide.

His trademark whip,

His ears and tail,

A simple back flip,

And enemies get nailed.

He is dangerous,

And wild and free,

He represents,

Something hidden in me.

Seeing him on the screen,

Sets my soul soaring,

I feel like a lion's queen,

Ripping and roaring.

His other side though,

Shows me a true man,

Not afraid to show,

His emotions and pain.

They say he's a girl,

But not in front of me,

'Cause their eyes would get swirl, ()

And I'd break every bone in their body.

Insult the handsome one,

Who sets my soul soaring,

And I'm having fun,

Shredding you and roaring.

Any questions now,

About him or me,

E-mail them and bow,

To the one who pulls me free,

Of everyday life,

And who has afflicted me,

With fangirlism for life.

A/N: What do you think? ;;;