To Kasumi:

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

	You seemed to be,
	always standing by.
	Rarely seeming pleased,
	no matter how hard I tried.

	Each move I made,
	came another jibe.
	You seemed convinced,
	I was the worst trainer alive.

	Every victory,
	you deemed a fluke.
	And with each failure,
	that "he's hopeless" look.

	I thought you were heartless,
	and knew you were cruel.
	But now, in Master's wisdom,
	I see what you meant to do.

	With stolid conviction,
	and hated ridicule.

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		Poem © Lisa Hartsock '99 =^_^=
			[lh-chan@mechapilot.com]

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