<Gilbert Cocteau>
♣You entered my life like a gentle sigh,
like a quiet breeze blowing softly through the leaves.
You were a stranger first, one who laughed freely and easily,
who spoke of minor intimacies and common grounds,
who made me feel strangely liked and valued.
You became my friend, no longer a stranger,
trusting me with secrets hidden,
confiding what you liked and hated.
We talked and laughed and, as time passed by,
I grew more and more dependent upon your smile.♣
♣From strangers to friends was just a baby step,
a step a thousand others take every day.
Without your trust and trusting ways,
without your smiles and encouraging gaze,
I would never have taken the step beyond.
But the gentle breeze blowing through the leaves
is relentless and never ending.
We became closer friends, and closer still,
until much of my life was centered around the times
we spent together.♣
♣We traveled far along the path of friendship,
avoiding the bumps somehow, never stumbling,
always in step with one another.
You were my guide, my eyes and ears,
the unfailing light that lit the road before us.
Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder,
you brought me along our course,
to a destination I had never seen before.
You became my best friend along that journey,
the anchor in my life where none had ever been.♣
♣Somewhere along our path,
perhaps where the heights were making me dizzy with joy,
I simply lost my balance and fell.
By the grace of God, I fell not to either side, nor to the rear,
but fell instead forward, along the path we'd tread.
My plunge forward was unguided, and my steps were steps you never intended.
I fell in love with you.♣
♣I never knew, before knowing you, how empty my life had been.
I thought I was happy. I thought I was successful.
I thought I had known love and all that love can bring.
But the gentle breeze, blowing softly through the leaves,
carries the smell of wild flowers and still wilder beasts,
and what you brought into my life can never be assessed.♣
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" Gilbert, what happen? Still thinking about that gypsy boy? " a upperclassman asked as he put his hand on Gilbert's shoulder. Gilbert only shake his head lowly, he look down on his open book with a sigh.
After Auguste find out about their Love affair, they got separated into different rooms. Serge in Hall A meanwhile Gilbert is in Hall B, still... He never realize he always think Serge was in the room when he's not. He finally realize it after finding out that Serge left his sweater in the closet, he remember he hold the sweater tightly to him while laying on his bed, smelling Serge's scents and chanting his name ' Serge... Serge's scent.. '
" ..You know Gilbert, you still can see that boy secretly if you missed him that much "
Then the church bell rings loudly, a sign for the students to come back to continue their study " Now, now, come on! " the upperclassman hold Gilbert's arm and helped him to stand up. Gilbert held his book next to him and didn't notice a piece of paper he wrote in class slip down and landed on the ground.. Waiting for someone to pick it up
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" Huh, what is this? Did Sebastian left his trash again? "
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The Poem Of The Wind And Trees (Kaze To Ki No Uta ～風と木の詩～) Fanfics
Acak【Gilbert Cocteau, you were the greatest flower to ever bloom in my life. In the faraway dreams of youth, you were a bright red flame, blazing so fiercely... You were the wind that stirred my branches. Can you hear the Poem of the Wind and Trees? Ca...
