Prose & Cons

you were an easy read.

In the pages of life, where stories unfold,
You found me, an open book waiting to be told.
With words flowing freely, like ink on a page,
You found understanding, a connection that engaged.

Like a well-worn novel, dog-eared and loved,
My thoughts and emotions, unabridged and unshoved.
You read me with ease, deciphering my prose,
Exploring the depths, where vulnerability grows.

In the chapters we shared, you saw through the lines,
The subtleties and nuances, the intricate designs.
You grasped my essence, the thoughts beneath my skin,
A reader so perceptive, a kindred spirit within.

With each turn of the page, you embraced my tale,
Feeling the emotions, letting empathy prevail.
You navigated my story, understanding my voice,
Finding resonance, creating a bond, by choice.

But remember, dear reader, there's more to explore,
Layers yet uncovered, mysteries at the core.
For even the easy reads hold depths unknown,
Waiting to be discovered, like seeds to be sown.

So read on, my dear, with an open heart and mind,
Discover the complexities that you'll find.
For in the pages of life, we all have our story,
And through understanding, we find love's glory.

You were an easy read, a reader so kind,
Unraveling the words, the thoughts entwined.
Thank you for seeing me, for taking the time,
To journey through the chapters, so beautifully aligned.