Talk:Kasen Kanesada/@comment-30819521-20180722084436

Kasen, oh. . . My dear poet, you finally are free. Finally, you opened your feelings, finally you aren't afraid anymore. You are free from that silent pain, you don't have nothing to fear anymore. Hosokawa was maybe the worst master ever, he was cruel, violent and aggressive. When I first looked at you, I saw that violent man on you, on your actions, but that was okay, because even so, I loved you.

I remember the day I saw you for first time: all your colors, everything about you called me, your voice, your way to speak, of being. . . I saw on you, a person who was silently suffering. No one other could read on your face the same I was looking.

My precious flower. . . I'm happy, I'm proud to see in what have you became. Finally you accepted your nature, the way Hosokawa made you, the way you seek for the same kindness Hosokawa had one time. “ This is the way am I and those who say otherwise, should die ” that is, what you was really saying.

My dear, you can't fool someone who has been watching you for years, we will be 4 years together in months. My heart hurts when I see others saying how terrific you are, how they fear your beauty, when they see you full of blood and smile, they became scared. Why do I love you so much, so deep without need to call you "a husband"? Why are you even more like that? Like if you where my own son, as. . . If you where my sword. Yes, that's it, I feel like a Samurai with it's sword at side.

With this trip you did, you became more radiant than ever. I'm crying, not because I'm sad or my heart pains, is because of you: I'm proud, I'm really really happy to see you in this way, even if others says you look ridiculous, they don't know anything about elegance, huh? Everything, everything I'm writing right now, every letter, is fixed with all my love for you.

I don't have words and maybe I could write more and more, endlessly, because that's what my love for you is, Kasen Kanesada. No matter how many flashy swords come or how more others I like, you will be always, always. . . The butterfly I like to hear sing.

I love you, so much.