((A/N: I don't own DW, so don't sue me. Here is a romance piece from Zhuge Liang's POVabout Yue Ying.))
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I'm not a stunning poet,
'Least, I never thought I was.
And yet it's entertaining
What one word- this 'love' word- does.
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"It's fate" That's what they told me,
I never thought it true.
Yet now I find they're all too right-
I blame it all on you.
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It wasn't love when we were wed,
The altar's where we met.
No lover's kiss, no lover's bliss,
Just vows, and we were set.
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But "love is inescapable,"
They said I'd be surprised.
I tried so hard to prove them wrong,
'Twas then I realized…
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I say it once again, my dear,
That logic has no rhyme.
So why do poems come to me
When ever you pass by?
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There is no one more beautiful,
I don't care what they say.
And you grow closer to my heart
With every passing day.
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I gazed upon the pear-blossoms,
For each I heaved a sigh.
For no white bloom's more brilliant
Than the glitter in your eyes.
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I'm not akin to romance,
But I hope that's not too clear.
Because I've always wanted just
To whisper in your ear…
And tell you that forgotten phrase,
(I hope you'll know it's true).
They said that I would say it…
They were right…
"I do love you."