Not pretentious, certainly not malicious.
A gentle breed of rare kind, he’s my gold.
Had trouble befell me, a sword he’ll carry.
Always my saviour, he kept me whole.
Madness in his stories, explaining weird theories.
Laughter lies around him, he’s here to shine.
Honest and simplicity, foiling his duplicity
A reason why I love him, he’s my own.
- by Gracy