This is a little poem I thought up on the spot. Sorry if it's not very good. And it has no story line, just fluff.
To my Doitsu,
I love you.
I love you more than pasta,
More than pizza,
And a lot more than stew.
You know, I've never had stew,
But have you?
That's not the point
Of this poem for you.
I'm sorry I need so much help,
With unimportant things, like my shoes.
But I really don't need the help,
I really can do them myself,
It is just an excuse
To get as close as I can
To you.
For you, I would do anything,
Even if it meant my life.
I would run to your side if you called me,
And run away, if you said.
But I would really not want to,
Because I would do anything
For you.