Yes I am aware this is my third Rob/Star poem in a row. I was going to go all out of order and use something else but then I didn't. And now I'm here. Well, uh, enjoy!
Disclaimer: It's getting hard to think up so many different ways of saying "I don't own TT!
He simply couldn't stop looking at her
The way her eyes lit up when she smiled
The way her hips moved when she walked
The way her hair bounced off her shoulders when she turned her head
The way her feet lifted off the ground when she was happy
The way she furrowed her eyebrows when she was confused
The way she hugged her shoulders when she was nervous
The way she threw her head back when she laughed
The way she bit her lip when she was scared
The way she touched his shoulder when she was worried
The way she shook her head when she was sad
The way she sighed when she thought no one would hear her
The way she tried to hide her surprise by holding her hand over her mouth
The way she clenched and unclenched her fists before and after going into battle
The way she inhaled
The way she exhaled
The way she was
He simply…. Couldn't stop looking at her
Alright, hope you liked it. This is one of those few poems that I can totally remember when I was writing it: the room, the time, everything. The mind works in mysterious ways... I've always thought this was sort of stalker-ish, but really he's just mesmerized by her. I mean, it's like he knows he's in love with her but by his own choice won't admit it so he only allows himself to admire her from afar.
Oh, and I thought it was again time to thank reviewers, so thanks to everyone who has reviewed past chapters, especially Rocky Wolf.