I can name what it’s not:
Not the likes
Not the fame
Not the power
Not the money
Not the knowledge
Not the pleasure
Not anything else
I can name what it is:
Your smile
Your voice
Your laugh
Your jokes
Your warm touch
The feeling of home
The safety and comfort to be
That is what happiness is to me.

And I am stevia
Together
We’re a snacc.




Because if my heart ever sought for one taste
It’d be your love.



Interesting, I’ve never tasted peanut buttered fish before.

But I’d like to taste you more.

A flurry of magic emerging from hand
Strengthening ties through the playing of land
The power of green and her mana filled plays
Brought forth through the choice of her mighty pathways

Ultimate power paid through the blood price
An unholy ritual borne of sacrifice
The power of black till the goal has been seized
The potence of death through this color unleashed

With the power of instinct a rapid quick strike
And the duel is over in the speed of light
The power of red passion boiling inside
And hastily wrought as the battlefield's fried

Through carefully studying the knowledge of old
To ponder upon what the future may hold
The power of blue seeks control till the end
And counters against what their opponent may send

But hope glimmers still in the darkest of night
And not all is lost when there is still light
The power of white unites the steadfast
A determined struggle from the first to the last

Decks filled with creatures great and small
A decision to make to go wide or go tall?
Colors of five: red, white, blue, black, and green
Spells cast in hand what a magical scene

None of those spells are as enchanting as you
My magical poet of red, white, and blue