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,