Itachi
He came down from the north with the swiftness of
the wind,
With a noble spirit that would not break nor would
it bend.
He is not of my world and not of my kind, yet he
touches my
Heart and troubles my mind.
With his hair black as ebony and dark eyes flashing
and bold,
I love him, yet I fear him, for I know he seeks my
soul.
Brittney Aroon · Sat Jun 12, 2010 @ 03:11pm · 0 Comments |