To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

J.e.n.s.e.n. A.c.k.l.e.s.

(An acrostic poem about...do I even need a drumroll to say it? Anyways, a very [late, because uncooperative internet -again] happy birthday and a million happy returns to the awesome man who completely ruined my emotions, broke my sanity, and changed my life for the better, Jensen Ackles! Thank you so much for being simply amazing and inspiring, and continue to do what you do! ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆)

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Just playing, tagging along to another one of your little whimsical tricks

Elevating me and everyone's else's melancholy with your funny antics

Name like a piece of perfect apple pie, quite succulent and all fruity-sweet

Silly and ever-contagious; even fateful destiny, you it had loved to meet

Energising, mesmerising, inspiring, kind, always a radiant yellow star

Nebulae seen on your viridian gaze, that blooming verdancy from afar

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A love of the offbeat track, a wayward man straying away from the path

Candied smiles and lollypop grins, and that ice-cream thoughtful laugh

Keeping my days alight with joy, your songs a solace for when I'm lost

Life seems to colour and alleviate, for your soulful stare is a treat of hope

Everyone loves you for who you are, and for the character everyone knows

Still I wish to give you all my thanks on how much you make my spirits flutter so.