My Shuichi
You can call yourself free,
if it so pleases you to do so,
but know that you're owned,
by this high-end writer;
who doesn't want to give you up.
So don't you think about leaving,
because I'm not done with you,
I want to see what will happen;
if I spend the rest of my life with you.
Just forget about leaving me for some-
cheap floozy,
because I'll track your ass down and get it back,
because you're my musical tart;
Shuichi-mine.
And though our differences spread,
a bit wider than the sea,
I always know that I have you,
which is all I really need;
aside from you to stop touching my computer.
This might be a poem,
but don't you think that I'm mushy,
or soft,
or romantic,
because I'm not;
I'm just miserably in love...
With you.