Oh, how you have never expected to be written about
in a way that uses beauty to become you on a page.
Your biggest fear, to be shown fully to the world,
standing in the sun and facing yourself.
But you sparkle, always welcoming honesty.  When first introduced,
I was told you were just a personality trait, manifesting
yourself in the types of bodies that grow worry warts
all over themselves. No one would admit to your loyalty,
the way that permanence is afraid of you because
even on your bad days, you refuse to leave. Words escape
in your presence and you always have questions, full of
endless wonder for the world.