This is Harper 'talking' to his purple pixie, the purple Trance. You can decide if you want him to be telling her this, or if he is telling himself what his reasons are. Never mind, just keep reading.

I wanted to open up to you,
You made me feel welcome.

I trust you more than I trust myself,
I want you more than my own lifetime supply of Sparky Colas,
I need you more than the very breath of air I need to stay alive.

You told me you didn't want me to go through the pain by myself,
You wanted me to open up and tell you what's bothering me.
About my past, about my feelings.

Even though I'm a guy, and usually we don't talk about such mushy stuff,
You made me feel loved, that I could share.

You were my empty box,
that I could throw all of my bottled up emotions into,
that I would never have to face again,
alone.

I wanted to, truly I did.
But that annoying quiet voice in the back of my head,
whispers my fears.

I can't stain you,
with my dark past.
It would be like a dark black drop of ink,
onto sparkling new paper.
It would spread like wildfire,
taking over your pure innocence.
There would be no white left,
just a damaged sheet,
like the abyss itself.

I couldn't do that.
No matter how hard you plea, or how hard I want to.
You wouldn't, couldn't, be the same.

And I wouldn't want that,
because I would change perfection.
And everyone knows, the only way perfection can change,
is for it to dip down in murky depths.
For perfection is at the top, and there is only down.
Like a steep winding stair, never ending.

You think I'm a mystery, and that you're right.
My innocence was taken away,
long before it could be remembered.
You are still young, and undamaged.

Those who take away the pure perfect innocence,
is dammed to the bottom of Satan's den.
Cursed to burn in Hell, for the rest of eternity.
In the darkest, hottest place the Devil himself can find.

But you are different. you are not what you seem. You seem pure and care-free.
But I'm not thick,
I see, when others' eyes are closed.

Now, I see.
You helped explain it to me.
Just as me, you are an illusion.

For you are past your years,
and way past mine.

You have seen much,
You are not a naive girl,
You know what it can be like.

Just as me, your past was speckled.
Your pure innocence stolen.

We have seen much,
and everyone needs a shoulder to cry and lean on,
sometime.

What's that!
I seem pure bliss and innocence, too!
I put up a front,
so no one can see the real me.
For there is a monster lurking inside,
waiting to pounce on all I hold dear.
You are on the top of my list.
So we aren't both so innocent.

I was afraid that I would stain your pure innocence.
I would stain your perfection.
But, you all already stained.
Your perfection, dampened.
But you give out an air of pure sweet bliss,
of what is happening around you.

Yes, maybe to dark blobs of dark ink,
can make a golden piece of miracle liquid.

Sorry! But I just thought that there could be a romance between Harp and Trance. She wants him to open up, but he is afraid that he will lay all his troubles on her. Hope you liked it! I swear, while I was writing one part, I felt a bit misty eyed.

This is sort of like my other 'poem', about Harper and Rommie (friendly, though. Not romance). It's called, 'Engineer', if you're interested.

SPOLIERS OF 2ND TO LAST EPISODE:
I just watched the 2nd to the last episode of Andromeda. Yep, that's right, folks. The favorite show of many, is ending. I'm literally in tears. It is keeping me all of my soul, if not power, to not cry my eyes out. Anyone else see it! Was it not sad! Rhade left, to be with his wife. He said bye to everyone, with a hug. Did you see Harper and Rhade's handshake! That was the sweetest those two have had, since the episode where they both saved each other's life.

Harper wanted to see his cousin's grave on Earth. He was going alone. Because, as Beka figured out, he wasn't coming back. Then, Earth was about to explode, or something. Harper wanted to go down, but they 'buky cabled' him.

But what really makes me mad...(Besides the show ending), was Harper's goodbye. He didn't say goodbye to anyone! When Beka figured it out, he didn't even really say goodbye!

I'm in tears right now. Most of my favorite shows are ending, for good. Enterprise, and now Andromeda. Andromeda had so well-rounded characters, that we couldn't help but love and feel sorry for. I'm in tears...(I've told you millions of times).

This is dedicated to every main character that's been on the show. Harper, Trance, Rommie, Beka, Doyle, Dylan, Rev Bem, Tyr, Rhade. Then, when on Seefra, something happened to the characters, and they weren't the same. Harp changed. Everyone wasn't there past selves. The old Harp would say goodbye to everyone, if he was leaving. but he loved Beka, and everyone else, too much to leave the Eurika Maru. The old Harp would not have left. At least, not for good with no goodbye. But, maybe, he couldn't say good-bye, so you tell me. Is that our Seamus!

Of course, all of my Andromeda fics are dedicated to the actors, characters, writers. But, not only is this dedicated to that, it is also dedicated to prin69 and kingleby. kingleby loves Trance and Harper stories, (though this is more of a one-shot poem about the two), and prin69 reads ALL of my Andromeda stories! Though, I have many other reviewers, so this is also dedicated to the reviewers! Are you in tears now!