Oh, I love you so,

And spend so much time with you

Yet I never talk about you

I just take advantage.

So here you go, my dear sweet poetry,

Your very own poem

All about you:

You are the way to show two faces

Both true, but one hidden below,

The heartbreak inside

Or Joy overfilling the brim

underneath the scene,

the words.

You may portray order or organized chaos,

No rules or restrictions must apply to you

You are what you are

No apologizing.

Still, you give each reader

A chunk of wisdom

Or perhaps folly

But either or,

We walk away

With something to hold

Something to know

Something to share

Something to love.