Another, of my poems
Not-so-different
She has flaws,
And so does he
She doesn't care if he sees,
Because they are not so different
He loves her,
And she loves him
Her fur bristles at his voice
Makes her blush and feel silly,
But he doesn't think so
Her heart would ache for a thousand moons
If he ever left her
He would wrench and cry out with a soulful pain,
If anything happened to her
They are not so different
She has eyes
And so does he,
That seem to be cool with calmness,
But can blaze up with hot anger
Him and her
He and she
Not so different
She can snap with annoyance,
And he can blaze up with it, too, at times
But that's normal
He can stutter and stammer with nervousness,
She can look back with fear,
Not so different
After all