He is darkness in the shadows,
The source of all the night,
And in these lurking depths
Is where his feelings are kept tight.
He is this dark figure of the fire,
Eyes of glow and red,
Composed of silence and sarcasm,
They say his soul is dead.
But beneath the shell of cold,
And below all of the strengths,
Above his purest hatred,
Lies compassion in fair lengths.
I dream to see much deeper,
Know more of what is inside,
But all he gives is this cold shoulder,
And will not reveal his other side.
To him I am the opposite,
My attraction does not make sense.
Compassionate and kind,
Innocence is my essence.
To me he appears in perfection,
The most handsome in my eyes,
Intelligent and cunning,
More than worthy to be a prize.
He could never understand,
And I could never tell him why;
Whenever it is he glances at me
I am holding back to cry.
To know I cannot have something,
The only thing my heart does desire...
Just for him to know these feelings;
My rays of light come only from his fire.
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Submission Name: My Darkness and My Fire
