I've come to love the coldness
That was mastered on his own
The way he tried to train himself
When he was left alone.
I've come to love his speed and skill
And when he starts to fight
The way his confidence is shown
As he tries to do what's right.
I've come to love his heartless soul
The way he sheds no tear
The way he holds himself up high
As if he has no fears.
I've come to love his mysterious heart
Feelings that are hidden within.
Fear of loss, grief and pain
Are feelings that are never seen.
I've come to love the way he lives
When no one understands
The way he takes control of things
As if time is in his hands.
I've come to love this being
This person who lives alone.
A vivid imagination of my mind
Created on my own.