That's How I Wear It Poem by Half Past

I serve it up proudly for all to see. I wan't them to bare witness to my generosity. Shielded not. Nor guarded from knowing gazes. It is for you on this sleeve. I give it freely to you from me. It beats with the force of a thousand drums. A sweet song and melody. It's right there for you to grasp and hold. Cherish it's soothing sound. Feed off the love so humble and bold. It will not fade. Nor grow old. My love sincerely given cannot be bought nor sold. It's right there in front of you. There is no room for fears. Look not for approval from your peers. Just wish and take hold of the gift I offer on this platter. Take hold while the offer stands. Lest it break or fall and shatter. No need for debate or well thought plans. Take hold my heart and my hand. This heart and sleeve..love's gift beats freely...for you.. from me...