Part I: Introduction

My sweet Knight, my dearest Ant,
This introduction is more of a self-induced and frustrated rant.

Your patience and love is much appreciated,
I know that you have been waiting for this for a while now, so you must be elated.

Please forgive me for taking so long,
I wrote this in sections so you can understand my heart and where in it, you belong.

It is more of a letter than a poem, but I still wanted to rhyme,
Sorry for my continuous and endless rambling, and for wasting time.

Please excuse my disorganized thinking,
I will admit that some parts were written while I was drinking.

I hope that you enjoy it, despite this unsatisfactory effort to help you see,
The ways that I adore you and how special you are to me.

Part II: Fine Arts

I promised to write a poem, a special one just for you,
Writer's block hindered me, so I turned to art hoping it‘d grant me a different point of view.

I find the best ways that I express myself is through music, writing, and fine arts,
But all I could do was write your name in calligraphy, followed by endless red hearts.

Colourful paints on a eggshell white canvas could never capture your essence,
Your soul shines brighter than the pigments that could never glow with such iridescence.

I could not paint my adoration, so I picked up my pencil and held it tight,
And sketched until the side of my hand and wrist were completely covered in graphite.

I felt defeated in expressing myself through art because I could not get it right,
But if I am being honest, the most difficult thing to endure is having to say goodnight.

I will to show you the art I have created with you as my inspiration,
But for now I will move on to music, so make sure you tune to next station.

Part III: Music

I cherish music that resonates and reverberates in both our soul and our being,
Through auditory stimulus, it expresses such beautiful and affectionate feeling.

Feelings that are hard to put into words, or painted, or drawn,
But three minutes of a dedicated love song ends in a silence that seems to drag on.

If I were to compose my own, I would play in on my own delicate heart strings,
So you could clearly hear the way my heart flutters for you, and soars with its own wings.

I would sing lyrics that were as fluid as the strum of a guitar,
I would gladly endure the pangs that stung from plucking of various notes until it left a scar.

I trust that you would tend to my wounds and listen intently to my song,
I would compose it into a lullaby to help you rest all night long.

I would gladly jam to classic rock with you all day,
And dance for you as you watch my body move in a gentle sway.

Take my hand and let us dance together,
We can do it outside as we feel our worries dissipate despite the rain and cold weather.

Our warmed blood and rhythmic movement will help keep us warm,
Along with our own bodies that merge when we hold each other and we unify to one form.

I am overwhelmed with happiness at this sweet thought,
And if anyone interferes, the space between their eyebrows will be my next headshot.

Speaking of murdering to satiate my lust for death and blood,
I will move to the next section, when their bodies hit the ground with an echoing thud.

Part IV: ******

I reject slumber to hear your animal noises and witty puns,
I find comfort in our oddities, and if anyone tries to belittle you for it, I will ready my guns.

My axe and shield are ready and hang down each side,
My claws sharpened to easily slice through ill intentions and obnoxious pride.

Your shhhh’s and Daddy voice help keep me sane,
When I have a fury inside of me that craves slamming my shield into their brain.

You love that I am nurturing and kind-hearted,
But it is difficult even for you to headpat me to calmness once I get started.

If anyone were to pain or upset you,
I would rip their jugulars from their throat with my teeth and feed it to animals at the Bronx Zoo.

Speaking of animals, I know that I am your special Amazonian Witty Kitty,
I know that you find it cute when I am stubborn, and think I am so pretty.

I am an Awko Taco, but only you know this,
I trust you enough to be vulnerable and be myself freely without judgement, and that is pure bliss.

I cannot completely protect you from one’s cruel intentions once it is embedded in their mind,
But if I am there next to you, you will hear the bow creak in preparation as I wind.

No one will get away with hurting you, especially not while I am there,
But I will wait for your nod of approval before letting my arrow slice through their scalp and hair.

Part V: Patient Wolf

I hope that I have not discouraged you by making you wait so long,
To finish this inadequate poem that does not depict my love properly, it felt so wrong.

I have been wanting to scrap it completely for a few days,
Crumple the paper and watch it disappear under my lighter as it is set ablaze.

But I wanted to keep going and trying no matter what,
I know that you'd find it cute regardless, just like my Nu's and my ****.

It is specially made just for you, a soul so beautiful it shines so bright,
Even though I know that you are a Colossus-stealing, resource-hogging, filthy American Knight.

Part VI: Ecstatic Joy

I know that when I see you in less than two weeks,
I will smile from ear-to-ear until it hurts and pains my cheeks.

The days seem to grow longer and longer the closer that we get,
And when I try to sleep, I panic and think of stuff that I do not want to forget.

These thoughts have been resulting in many restless nights,
But at least I get to watch the Sun’s show of beautiful, celestial lights.

Colours like crisp golds and splendid apricots spread over the sky,
Rays sneaking past poorly placed and out-of-reach canvases on a ledge that is too high.

I cannot wait to be by your side,
We will both turn into blushing tomatoes with smiles so wide.

I cannot wait to be woken by songs of mornings and individual rays of Sun,
Beaming through the curtains of your window, one by one.

I cannot wait for the late nights and hushed talks,
The moon hanging over our heads as we lay around in PJs and fuzzy socks.

I cannot wait for the events that we have planned;
Yanni, the Zoo, and the museums so grand.

I cannot wait to pull you and Majima-san into the tightest embrace,
You will both wish that you had thought of a form of escape, or at least brought a bottle of mace.

I cannot wait to plant a kiss on both of your faces,
And exploring together and seeing all kinds of different places.

Part VII: Conclusion

You deserve so many beautiful words to be written and sent your way,
And I wish nothing but happiness and positivity to radiate in your tomorrows, but especially today.

Enjoy this very moment before pondering of what may come,
And never forget your struggles, experiences, values, and where you came from.

I want nothing but the very best for you, happiness and joy,
To appear at every point in your life, my beautiful and sweet boy.

I hope to be there through all the challenges that you overcome and goals that you complete,
Especially life’s experiences and all the hardships that make it bittersweet.

I love and adore you, so very much,
I am looking forward to holding you in my arms and feeling your touch.

With much love,
Witty Kitty

As the summer morns and eves pass into history,
I can only ponder about you, my life's greatest mystery.
Your thoughts and your mind elude me every time,
and send me further and further into this mental climb.
When I pass into the realm of dreams, I expected tranquility.
Yet, as of late, I have spied only you there and realized the futility,
to dream of other things, of the more important parts of life.
You ever so managed to creep back to my thoughts, leaving them rife,
with the memories I have of you, each like a grip preventing me from moving on.
Like that early morning I had told you, when the world felt on the precipice, with my caution far foregone.
Every moment since then, had been an etch of happiness on my heart by your hand.
Each word and second a blessing, our time together something truly grand.
Like the time you called me, eager and excited, to show me such a personal moment,
hearing your neighbor's whistle sing to my ears, it only caused my adoration for you to further foment.
For you had taken in the simple things in life, and adored them as much as I.
So, realizing how things are now, I can only grieve and say goodbye.
Goodbye to the wondrous music that you played upon the strings of my heart,
that rose and thundered, echoing what was summer's wondrous start.
That symphony that I wanted to hold onto, in spite of reality's defiance,
has come to its end, leaving only this cold, disquieting silence.

These last few days, until the moment I see you,
will be quite torturous, yet I am confident I will see it through.
Because I know waiting these few remaining days and hours
will be nothing when I finally lay my eyes on you, my beautiful flower.
When I see you in the flesh and hold you in my embrace,
my heart will glimmer with joy as I nuzzle your gorgeous face.
The woman who awoke old and new passions within me,
and brought forth a love I'm glad to show for all to see.
So, Witty Kitty, Honey Bunny, Darling and dearest Cristi,
I am certain the day we part, that my eyes will be truly misty.
Though this scene has yet to come to pass,
I cannot help but imagine it when I cherish such a wonderful lass,
such as yourself who emboldens me to better man;
and with you behind me, I surely know I can.
I can feel it deep within the recesses of my soul,
that my path through the future is clear now,
to hold you, grow with you, adore you, and love you will forever be my goal.

When I ponder the many reasons, that I adore someone like you.
It becomes quite difficult, for no amount of writing will do.
The gentleness of your being, nurtures me in a warm embrace.
The charitable nature you possess I can only admire, for it extolls your inner grace.
Your laugh is endearing, sweet and kind,
so is your heart, so pure that it amazes my mind.
Your beautiful face portrays a mask of calmness and serenity,
that when it cutely falls away sometimes, I think it's your loveliest amenity.
When your rosy cheeks blush, it makes my heart soar.
I cannot resist the desire, to make them redden more.
Your passion for love makes you a jewel to me, so I hope its no surprise,
that the wealth of your soul is evident, in the sapphire and emerald adorning your eyes.
Your profession defines what you truly are to me,
the woman that nursed an old scarred heart, back to being whole and free.
I will say this, so my message is clear,
even if it breaks the rhyming tradition that I hold dear.
I adore you as much as there are stars in the sky,
and as much as there are grains of sand in the sea.
I just want you to know, my Witty Kitty, how much you mean to me.

When I ponder the chances, of meeting someone like you.
I can only feel blessed, like it was some wish come true.
What are the chances, to find someone so alike yet so different?
To find a heart so wonderful, so bold, so blissfully vociferant.
Though truth be told, is this fateful encounter that I see,
truly what my mind comprehends it to be?
Like a dream, it clouds my vision and makes my heart race.
If I were to speak those dearest of words, would it vanish without a trace?
For someone so sweet, for someone so kind,
I ask of you, please understand these torments of my mind.
I fear it, I fear it most of all,
that it is a lovely mirage, that'll inevitably fall.
Please do not tug the strings of my heart,
to decide only later to tear them apart.
I've lost it once before, to a girl far from my shore.
I had painfully sealed it away, to seek love nevermore.
I ask of you, do not inflict this pain upon my soul.
I have only craved your love, the piece that would truly make me whole.

It can only be described as a blaze
engulfing my mind and soul in a haze.
From the tips of my toes, to the top of my face
It was certain, she had made an indelible place
In my heart, once neglected and alone
Had brought forth a fire, how mighty it shone!
A roaring inferno, from each bone to every vein
It had refused the very concept of love's pain.
However, since that day, you've been gone from my life.
The flame choked and sputtered, my heart torn by strife.
Filled with anguish and sorrow, I began the climb.
I learned to live with the embers, and through time
accept the Absence of your love.

I was foolish to have thought, so carelessly of this precious flower.
I can only stare at this screen and feel silly, and maybe a wee bit dour.
This passion and energetic energy that filled my heart, blinded me to the truth.
It demanded the flower grow larger and faster, but it certainly doesn't take a sleuth,
to know that flowers don't work this way, and neither do relationships.
That these things take time, a truth I learned thanks to the gentle words passing from your lips.
You have spoken of gradual adoration, and I hope by holding your hand in mine,
that we will make this flower bloom together, into something wondrous and fine.
I will spend each hour of every day, ensuring it receives absolutely tender care,
for this flower of ours is very precious to me, for it is something truly rare.
So, I will wait as long as need be, and tend to each petal as my dearest duty,
for I know this journey won't be too hard, being in the presence of such a wonderful beauty.
Lastly, I understand the trepidations that you hold, of breaking my heart or fracturing your own.
Rest assured for I want you to know, that my love for you is set in stone.

Arise! Arise and take heart!
The worries and sorrows of the past shall part
From your soul, it shall be renewed and restored,
the wounds of the past shall trouble you no more!
The embers of the heart shall arise from its tomb,
the shattered cinders sparking into a glorious bloom!
These words are true as they part my lips.
I vow to you, they are no mere jesting quips.
Rebirth is here! Like a phoenix from its ashes,
No more, no more shall you face heartbreak's lashes!
Rejoice! Rejoice for love come once more!
For I promise you, this bright future will have much in store.