Gourry thinks about Lina, in an actual intelligent manner!
She and I are not alike, not the same in any way.
I with the sword, she with spells, as different as night and day.
And yet, from here I see her standing there,
Petite frame, fiery eyes, and silken hair.
A burning desire flares in my soul,
To take her as my own to hold.
She looks at me, she simply smiles.
She knows not why I've stayed through all these trials.
Not because I don't have wit to be on my own,
But because without you, my Lina-chan, I cannot survive alone.
Return to the poetry.