Love You 3000

For those of you who didn't know, I want to tell you, I'm a HUGE fan of Iron Man and since I love poetry writing too, I thought, "why not write something on Iron Man?" So here's a poem dedicated to Iron Man.


His death made me cry,
and no,
I'm not talking a few tears
it all just poured down my face.

His red and golden suit
with his shiny blue arc reactor
at the center of his chest
makes me stare at him, wide-eyed
wondering,
"How good can he get?"

For some reason,
he always seems to save the day
with his wit and intellect

No matter how serious the situation is,
he ALWAYS
has a savage retort.

He might have a million haters,
but he's above that,

Because you can take his suit away,
and still
he's a "Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist."

But there's one thing you can never EVER take away,
and that is,
he's Iron Man
and I love him 3000!


P.S.: This is a much-requested digital drawing of Iron Man made by my father on my birthday to gift me!