[His favorite? That's hard to pick, when Avicebron's done so many wonderful pieces, long and short, secular and religious - but there's one that speaks to Atsushi in particular.]
All my desire and hope is with you: I long just for your company. My stomach churns and I moan for you, who drives my sleep away from me,
as though you alone could cure me, if, in my illness, you'd visit; if ever my heart thought to betray you my anger would rise up against it.
If only my heart-in-its-chest were glass— you'd see my love within it.
[Atsushi knows well the agony of constant sickness and the longing for the company of one to ease the suffering - if anyone other than Avicebron could read this poem aloud and put every ounce of their pain into the words, it would be Atsushi.]
switching to voice
All my desire and hope is with you:
I long just for your company.
My stomach churns and I moan for you,
who drives my sleep away from me,
as though you alone could cure me,
if, in my illness, you'd visit;
if ever my heart thought to betray you
my anger would rise up against it.
If only my heart-in-its-chest were glass—
you'd see my love within it.
[Atsushi knows well the agony of constant sickness and the longing for the company of one to ease the suffering - if anyone other than Avicebron could read this poem aloud and put every ounce of their pain into the words, it would be Atsushi.]