watching
She watches him.
She watches only him. No one else. She watches him and does not take her eyes off of him. I know because I am always watching her.
She is the one watching him as he goes through each day, blustering about like a whirlwind. He cannot help but catch her attention. His every emotion and expression exude passion for life. He is the warmth of the sun to her snow-white eyes.
Her gentle hands have the grace of a dragonfly's gossamer wings. Those are the hands that reached out to him in healing after his first-round match. The same hands hid her pallid face in fright after she saw my insects finish off my opponent.
Her pale lips part into a smile when she sees his antics. Those same pale lips, I have dreamed about, tried to stop dreaming about. They will not be mine. Those perfect lips—they should know warmth.
I have no warmth to offer her.
He does.
So I will stay watching her, and waiting for the day in which her hopes are made into reality, when hand will meet hand and heat will come to those lips.
She will wait. She will live to see that day. I know because I will always be watching over her.
She watches him.
She watches only him. No one else. She watches him and does not take her eyes off of him. I know because I am always watching her.
She is the one watching him as he goes through each day, blustering about like a whirlwind. He cannot help but catch her attention. His every emotion and expression exude passion for life. He is the warmth of the sun to her snow-white eyes.
Her gentle hands have the grace of a dragonfly's gossamer wings. Those are the hands that reached out to him in healing after his first-round match. The same hands hid her pallid face in fright after she saw my insects finish off my opponent.
Her pale lips part into a smile when she sees his antics. Those same pale lips, I have dreamed about, tried to stop dreaming about. They will not be mine. Those perfect lips—they should know warmth.
I have no warmth to offer her.
He does.
So I will stay watching her, and waiting for the day in which her hopes are made into reality, when hand will meet hand and heat will come to those lips.
She will wait. She will live to see that day. I know because I will always be watching over her.