Note: Alright people, before you jump all over me from reading this poem, let me point out my reasoning behind it: the Time Lords are gone. Each and every one of them. To prevent the Time Lords from dying all together, the Tardis and The Doctor became one person, the body of the Doctor like his avatar. Can't die out now, can they? (...hmm...she-he-doctor..cough) Okay? Okay. Hey! I just fixed that 'regeneration is limited thing'...ooo...rolls eyes at herself
The Doctor found it amusing, writing poetry back and forth with his two most recent companions. Truth be told, he had loved each of his companions in all of his forms (ah, Adric) but not so much as a need to love them. None of the past poked and prodded the love, trying to make it come out.
Therin lies the trouble. Some of the past had flirted, but he had always been the one to start the whole mess if he even felt that was worth while. Don't get him wrong, he didn't think certain people were entitled to his love (though a few were defently entitled to his anger, but they were never companions or not for long. Not to say names...Adam.)
He was now stuck on the point of writing a poem back to Rose. Jack understood - not completly, but enough to back off - so what to tell Rose? Anything he tells her will just make her even more hungry. A scrap of meat thrown to the dragon before running stark naked infront of it. (Perhaps compairing her to a dragon wasn't right - a dragon is not as fearless, as beautiful, as intelligent as Rose. Nor as scary, when she wants to be.)
The Doctor drummed his fingers on the desk. What to write, what to write. He had to tell her everything, no dought. Or enough of everything to make her think it was everything. You can't sum up nine hundred years in a poem. Unless it was one of those long epics, but he was not going to write one of those for Rose, no way. (Out of one of the looms came a child, a child named Theta...)
He shook his head. Not going there, then he'd actually write it.
The Tardis made a pen roll to his fingertips.
"S'that a hint?" He asked the room. He got a slight rumble-sigh in return. "Bloody hell, its not that easy to write a poem." He frowned. "Perhaps a cuppa -" He stood up only to be forced down onto his chair. "Bugger!" He swore under his breath. "And what if I have to pee, you bloody machine! Oi, I didn't mean it!" He quickly told her, before she decided to do something nasty.
The Doctor picked the pen up, looked at the diary, looked at the pen, then cursed the thing called Writer's Block.
Oh well, write oh old one.
A few hours later a rough draft was done (this was going to be his masterpeice even if he spent the next twelve hundred regenerations on it!) and the Tardis (grumpily) let him get up to answer nature in the bathroom.
By morning the poem was almost done. He just needed a way to end it. Which caused a four day break as he poundered it. He left it on Rose's pillow.
How can I say what there is to say?
How can I put into words why I want you to stay away?
You know I love you with all of my hearts.
This is why I beleive you could fall apart.
When I die I do not die,
But I come again in a form that's different to the eye.
What makes me, me, would have changed.
I will always be the Doctor no matter the change.
But I can't promise I will love you in the next form
Even if my love for you now can stop the most distructive storm.
This isn't all that could go wrong.
In my years of living I have gathered many enemies strong.
What would happen if you fell into their hands?
I'd distroy time itself to save you from their plans.
I am the Gaurdian, Time and Space .
Of all inside me, every person, every race.
I know everything that will ever be done.
Or what might of been done.
Even if I can't access it in my secondary form.
Too my greater mind I must conform.
Do you still not understand?
Why love I have banned.
What would Jackie think of,
If we where to tell her of our love?
Even to prevent you from being hurtfully swept,
I'd live alone till space itself wept.
Rose, you are everything I need.
Even my concous in the machine.
Yes, Rose, the Tardis and I,
We are one guy, she and I.
Now that your wondering what a guy is,
Please just tell me this;
Are you willing to love me,
Both of me?
Do you understand now?
A machine's love can you allow?