Author's note: This is a humorous poem, written to be incredibly nerdy.
Sonnet 64
You said the flame would burn out when I stopped
Noticing you and only saw my games.
Like an NPC, you, on info, topped,
And like Squall without Sis, now I'm ashamed.
I already miss your beauty, so fine,
As scrumtrillescent as Xbox graphics --
Like that of Rayne or Kasumi divine,
Whose data floods all my memory sticks.
Your personality hasn't a match
And I will love you forever for it;
Like a sphere to a node, to you I latch,
And for you, more than play CS, I'd sit.
So you see, I am nothing without you,
As worthless as the sorcerer sans Buu.