I've unearthed an old poem made for someone a long time ago, and thought i'd post it, so here it is..
I am stubborn,
You gently persuade me;
I babble constantly,
You read between the lines;
I am guarded,
And you hold my hand patiently;
You are my teacher, and I your student.
I have forgotten how to trust;
You constantly teach me.
I say something cynical.
You turn it to playful banter.
I am forever doubtful;
And you give me no reason to doubt.
..and more stuff from the baul in the coming days *grins*