Temper and Tears


How can I make you my own?

It's hard, and I know you see through me. Those huge perceptive green eyes see to the very core of me. I cannot hide, no matter what I do. You are there, in glorious multi-colour. Curls and emeralds. Temper and tears. Lightness and darkness.

And I want you. Despite--or maybe even because of--your faults. Your body, your heart, your mind, your soul. I'm certain you want mine too.

It's in the way you look at me, the way you touch me.

The way you kiss me.

The way you complete me.

-- THE END --

October 2005

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