But are you sure you know that it's you?
It could be someone else, you know.
It could be entirely not who you'd expect.
It could be someone you've never met.
You don't know all that much of me, after all.
All I'm saying is, you've gone farther than most,
and that, my good friend, is reason to boast.
Not that I'm some self-proclaimed prize.
I just usually don't let people really see me inside.
So you, yes you, who may or not know who you are,
I'm a little impressed. You've raised high the bar...

Whelp, the butterflies are flying,

and so are the birds,

A bundle of varied meanings

hidden behind words.

You, yes you,

you know who you are,

have let them fly out much more far

than they have previously

during the time of my life.

And so, thanks.

I appreciate it.

I think it's something I like.

I love poetry. I love it because the writer can be writing about something completely abstract and the reader may never know or come to find out what the origin of the poem came from or was for. A poem can appear to be blatently about one thing, yet can acutally be referring to something completely unknown to the surface reader. Anyways, here's a poem. You'll probably have no idea what it's about. Or, you may read it and think you know, but really, you won't. And how could you, unless you were inside my brain?:

You silly old thing!

Well, young thing for now.

Soon one day,

you might make your father proud.

You've got a bit of wisdom

packed in that curious brain of yours,

and to others, mostly all,

you're a "keeper" to the core.

But to me (who am I

but a wanderer just like you?)

you're a little on the early side

of commitment through and through.

So how shall I repsond

to such advances as last evening?

My heart is a bit unsure,

And my mind is ever pining.

You see, it takes a while

for my heart to appreciate

even those who come so purely,

having no intentions to debate.

And to add to such intricacies,

to add to the web here laid,

I really only come to love

affections dully made.

It takes a while,

a bit of time,

to mature and turn into

something worth investing in.

Should I invest in you?

Who knows?

I don't

As of now.

How could I?