I love the way you tried to lift me up once
Building my confidence by teaching me to punch
I love it when I hear you call my name
Even when we�re both writhing in pain
I love that you won�t let me touch your face
As if between our two souls there is any space
I love being the one you go to for aid
Abusing and misusing the things I�ve made
I love the way you call me little names
And even the ways you cause me pain
I love all the various things about you
And every greedy thing that you do
Love, to Ed
I love the way you adore every chicken you see
And how your eyes never seem to quite focus on me
I love how you never really understand
And yet you�re tuned in to the grander plan
I love it when you accidentally mess things up
Even when you accidentally beat us up
I love when you play us for fools
Even if I�m not sure you know what you do
I love the way you don�t quite grasp my words
And yet you let me know I�m always heard
I love all the various things about you
And every crazy thing that you do
I do not own Ed, Edd N Eddy,
and I never will.
Nor do I profit from them.
However, the poem is all mine.
darthelwig drew all the icons, so they're exclusively hers, though of course the Eds aren't.
She doesn't profit from them either.
Please, ask before borrowing anything. Borrowing without asking is stealing, after all.