This cursed void in my hand gets wider every day,
And, try as I might,
I just allow myself to speak the words I long to say.
I'm frightened of what your reaction will be,
Not wanting to know,
If you share my feelings or if you will reject me.
My life is coming to an end, of that I'm sure,
But I know the truth,
I'll never be able to kill Naraku in time, I'll never find a cure.
Time is running short, so I just want you to know,
No matter what happens,
Whether or not you return this feeling, I'll always love you Sango.
(Well there's the poem from Miroku to Sango. The rhyme scheme is odd and I'm not sure if it's good. It seemed good when I wrote it, but… well… yeah ::sigh:: )