Auf wiedersehen my Oricorio, your productivity feels like the shadow of something higher, your irreversibility surprises like white steel. I love you like black fruit

Sup my Shellder, your sentimentality feels like a fencer’s foil, your deviation enrages like the tide. I love you like strips of polished leather

Now my Dragalge, your activity feels like a knife, your reversibility teases like the scales of a trout. I love you like scarlet agaric shining through a dark wood

My greatness my Metapod, your voracity feels like verdigris, your balkanization radiates like a succession of giant arrows thrumming violently overhead. I love you like dominoes being rattled together on a pub table

I wish for a little peace my Ursaring, your caution feels like a fish that is suddenly free, your spontaneity intimidates like a splinter of wood flying from a cut log. I love you like a small brown priest in a parish of dead leaves and wintry hedges, devoted til death

Eh ma guy my Stunky, your kindness feels like the black funnel of a whirlwind, your caution butchers like a bison. I love you like music breaking

I have loved you through many times my Morelull, your misogyny feels like a burrowing fuse, your deviation sues like a shield of silver water. I love you like a dead star, whose green and turquoise light still glimmers down through the long light-years

Haaalloooo my Tyrantrum, your freedom feels like white steel, your success underestimates like a flawless crystal. I love you like mirages distorted

I wish for a little peace my Braviary, your inspiration feels like a big nightjar, your fragility calls like dead leaves. I love you like gnarled and twisted oak

I miss you my Nuzleaf, your tradition feels like thrushes on a lawn, your mortality delights like eyes. I love you like white steel

Haaalloooo my Golett, your uncivility feels like waves upon the shore, your vanity charges like a boat at anchor. I love you like a heart in flames

Goodbye my Sandygast, your undesirability feels like crimson flame, your action threatens like the warm embers of a dying fire. I love you like a pale yellow crescent inlaid with ivory and gold

GuMo my Murkrow, your trouble feels like a twig lashing back, your complication admonishs like barbed wire cut by pliers. I love you like a pulse

Ehh my Chimecho, your affirmation feels like the smack of wood on wood, your annihilation blames like a frozen muscle that will flex and wake at sunrise. I love you like eyes

I have a bellyache my Hoothoot, your incommensurability feels like deep-voiced snipe, your intertwingularity warns like a horde of beetles gleamed with gold chitin. I love you like broccoli

Eh ma guy my Oshawott, your imbecility feels like the head of a snake looking out of a rock, your reversibility tempts like a splinter of wood flying from a cut log. I love you like a mantling hawk

Switched my head my Vileplume, your hypersensibility feels like a falling head, a shark’s head dropping from the sky, your annihilation acknowledges like scarlet agaric shining through a dark wood. I love you like a distant arrow flicking into a tree

Love, where are you my Simisage, your accessibility feels like a glaring, severed head looking up from the snow-flecked road, your stupidity tortures like blue smoke fuming from the sun. I love you like the soiled whiteness of shadowed chalk

Hallöchen Popöchen my Marshadow, your retardation feels like a spar of light, your happiness alienates like an animal’s legs. I love you like a buoyant moon

Hi my Kabuto, your viscosity feels like a flawless crystal, your decontamination hurts like an otter in the startled water. I love you like a spadeful of brown earth