God made woman beautiful and foolish. Beautiful, that man might love her, and foolish, that she might love him.

~ William Shakespeare

Robins POV

I stared at her face, her blue eyes alight with warmth, like blue fire. I brushed my fingers against her cheek, relishing in the blush painted on her face at my actions and the chill of the winter wind. It was a lovely contrast against her fair skin, her dark raven hair spilled around her shoulders and the pillow. She sighed, her eyes closed once more as she burrowed even further into my warmth. I nuzzled her neck, pulling the silk sheets to cover us both. She shivered against me, her hot breath tickling the naked expanse of my neck. I snaked my arms around her waist, bringing her closer to me.

"Cold?" I whispered. I ran my free hand through her hair, watching as the silk strands slipped through my fingers so easily.

She murmured something incoherent, nuzzling into my chest in search of comfort. Her hands on my chest, her head beside mine, legs entangled with each others, I couldn't help the heat that climbed to my face, just to disappear as quickly as it came.

I breathed deeply, her scent surrounding the space.

I had never felt so content in my life. Relaxed and comforted.

But, at the same time...I had never been so scared.

Peace like this, days like these, had the tendency to disappear like air. I had never experienced something like this, knowing that it could be ripped away from me so easily. To even entertain the possibility at the time seemed ridiculous.

I asked myself, why bother with something you couldn't keep?

To have it taken away from you at the most unexpected moment, to have finally found peace with someone, only for that world to shatter like glass.

I didn't want to risk that. I thought I would be a fool if I did.

Was I a fool now?

I looked down on her, my face contorted in pain. My arms tightened around her involuntarily, the need to feel she was here with me, that this was real, suddenly too urgent to ignore. She raised her head, looking at me worriedly.

She placed her hand on my cheek, her warmth a comfort to my cold skin. I let out a shaky breath, leaning into her touch as I closed my eyes.

I could so easily read her expression, she knew something was wrong with me, and yet she also knew I didn't want to tell her. I kissed her forehead to reassure I was fine now.

Unspoken conversations like this was a habit of ours.

Love is like fire

Whether it chooses to warm you or burn you alive

the choice would never be truly yours

And yet fools want love

The fire which burns all forests down

as the melted snow, the ice of hearts shells

melt and turn to warmth

and to ash

and to tears

For love is painful

it leaves wounds

deep, bleeding wounds

scars that never heal,

never fade

Love is all this

And yet why does this foolish heart love you?

Tell me

Why do I love you?

Because,

I am a fool.

Yes, I was a fool.

I was a fool.

I loved you.

And I wasn't ever going to let go.

Authors Note: Hi everyone, long time no see (or write)

I truly am sorry for my absence. Exams are coming to a close, so I may finally focus back on my writing after such a long time. I hope you will bear with me.

This oneshot is a new style I had never tried before, but all the same I hope it is to your liking. The poem was of my own making, I wrote it myself. I am not a professional, but I hope it pleases you anyway.

~Syrenia