Jovial
He is
It is his defining trait
Often laughing, smiling
Or filled with thunder and lightning
He is Olympian in nature
While being cuddly as a fluffy button
He is the diction definition
of Jovial in all senses
And part of why I adore him

Ardent
In all he does
It is in everything he does
From how he showers those he loves
In inescapable affection
Or devestating, angry tantrums
Bounding, through fields of green
He holds nothing back to come galloping
When he sees you at greeting
How he weeps at every parting
And each dawn he greets life with joy renewed!

Killed
Death is a swinging doorway for this loving maniac
He comes and goes from this world with an ease
That leaves we mortals gasping with shock
Only to see his easy smile again and hear him sing again
He throws himself on pyres, leaves us mourning, despairing
Then walks back in the room, wearing a different hat and suit
And asks us why we’re weeping, ‘Hey, baby, Death ain’t so bad.’

Ecstasy
Is in his eyes, his presence, his touch
He’s the only father I’ve ever known
Correction: the Truest I’ve ever known
If I despair when he leaves, it is ecstasy when he returns
To bring me back from the pain
Only he seems to know
With easy grace, he throws his hat into he room
and with me, he knows,
It will never be returned
He always has a place to hang his hat with me,
Jovial, Ardent, Killed filled and giving of Ecstasy