The Chosen One, his smiles of sun, His eyes of fire, this Chosen one, Though his mind's full of joyous lightning, Deep in his heart, he's crying. His heart is flooded with tears That he's hidden for three hard years Of complication that he just Can't get, for his heart, his feelings' trust. The words tell how deep his heart's down Though out his lips, they make no sound, The only way his dream can hear Is if SHE hears beyond her ear. Her smile burns him like the sun-- The weakness of the Chosen One, Her tears melt his cool like the moon, He wants to tell his feelings soon. She's beautiful through his heart's eyes, Her heart is where his own heart lies, He'd free his love, only if it goes her way, But he has to tell her before her's fades away! Someday, he'll see her in silky white, And find himself laying by her side in the midst of the night, Someday, he'll be kissing her as his wife-- In shared love, The Chosen One Claims Misty's worth More than His Own Life. "And it won't be a dream," Ash's mother, Delia, said with a contentful sigh as she smiled and looked at the picture of Ash and Misty. She looked downstairs from the top of the stairs, and saw Ash and Misty say something to each other, and then kiss. She smiled again. "It definitely won't."