Kelsy, you are a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma, but perhaps
there is a key.
Winston Churchill said it of Russia, and I say it of thee!
Although you naturally hide your being, like a turtle his underbelly,
there are moments in your writing where you let it slip
that love turns your knees to jelly.
So if a detective had to guess why you might miss a day
or two,
He need look no further than a handsome boy
to find the likes of you.
He is the key, to your soft heart
but hold this to be true
in the end of all, as Shakespeare might say
you must
rely on you.
clr 2011