To White Fish,
Your white scales are more delicate then a white rose.
I would like to share your woes.
Your words smooth and melodious like a river that flows.
How much I love and adore you, only heaven may know.
You often say to see how the wind blows,
but all I see is you.
You are more refreshing then morning due.
I have much to say but I don't think it could fit so just so you know, I love you.
Love, Spirit.
To Spirit,
Your shameless, and know how to act cute when neccessary,
but there is really no need because I find you adorable anyway.
I'm not good at poems, Milkyway.
Also I love you, so don't fly away.
Love, White Fish.