To Hiroko my beloved, a prose, I wrote for you.
My love for you isn’t like any other,
My love for you, Hiroko, my beloved wife of mine, is the very definition of the word itself.
The way you laugh is contagious to me in ways you can only imagine,
When i hear your laugh it makes me reminisce about the yesteryears of when i met you,
Reminding me of that faithful day of my 16th birthday when i met you in the woods,
Swearing that something was watching me sleep,
A beautiful yet majestic woman I saw; Hiroko, was her name,
the woman I sot to marry, standing, staring back at me, towering my stature.
Her tails,
Swaying in a playful manner,
As she smiled back at me,
At that moment I knew she already knows who I am,
The twitch in her ears and the smile read she wanted me all to herself,
And only me.
Id rather die with her than live without her.
You’d rather kill millions then ever have a thought like that cross my mind.
But know I was thinking of you,
Like always.
My majestic wife could never be bastardized by the world around her.
Her silky, bone white fur, id love to get lost in it forever,
Never to return to monstrous world.
Getting me lost in thought,
just staring at your beauty makes me go insane.
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