Rhetorical Poem by kwane Lamb

I would like to know
What is a wife?
What is a companion?
What is a friend?

I do not know
What a husband is.
I do know
What I am

I have some understanding
Concerning a companion

In either situation
Concern for the other...
A cascade never ending.
On one/another we are depending

Equilibrium is always first.
Love means nothing
Without consideration

Neither is friendship.
Something even when you are hurting
A grave sacrifice...
Forbearance is a required act.

Exploring outside of you
Without sealing off the rest of you...
In a true relationship there is no boss

Passing the cup to the one capable
Unite that decision...
No defense needed.

Not to make a pledge
But a certain maturing from the ledge
Perfection can always be...considered.

Love has many levels
A wife has many levels
A friend has many levels...
A mask has no levels,

Trickology is what it is...
Deception no matter what level,
It is deception.

No good can come from it
No matter what it's true is.

I am in battle with myself
A battle I intend to win...
Once I understand

A comparison now and again
A place or time now and again
I would like to know;

Is that a reason to grow
I understand friendship?
But who am I any/way?

Am I friend or foe?