Don't own, don't sue. Light

She loved him.

She loved Hope.

She couldn't explain it.

She couldn't describe it.

She just did.

When he protected her.

When he laughed with her.

She loved him.

She was Light.

He was Hope.

She loved him.

And she didn't know why.

I really love doing takari poems. And I'm not even good at them. Oh well. And the whole thing being in past tense was a mistake. Sorry. Please review.-TK