–You like your poetry with a bit of rhyme.
So I threw some into here (kind of, sometimes).–
Some prefer pictures. Others scoff, “They’re not deeds.”
But words still mean so much to someone like me.
Authors weave their text while extroverts talk lots.
I’ll always be both if I like it or not.
We’ve already built a new language ourselves.
We have effortless fun and well-stocked bookshelves.
So surely it befuddles one so astute
that sometimes I still swiftly go rather mute.
Once, a while ago, I almost lost my voice.
Writing, like love, is a deliberate choice.
My view about labels was really just this:
“If you don’t define things, they’re harder to miss.”
But I’m done with dread and I forego hiding.
I don’t want to stop our worlds from colliding.
So you can write them down or just take them in.
You can swallow them whole. I’ll type them again.
You can choose them carefully or blurt them out.
You can whisper or murmur or sing or shout.
We can dance and date and enjoy and entwine.
You can say I’m yours; I’d love to call you mine.
quill takes flight 
Feelings
I do enjoy rhyming
Quite a lot
You’re so cute
To give it a shot
Although you did quite well
I know it’s not your norm
So I also tried a poem
Of a different form:
Well that didn’t go so well
As you can see
(But I don’t really mind
More rhyming for me!)
I know I’ve told you before
About my worry that I’m broken
Like how it seems I can’t cry
Or say things I’d like spoken
But reading your words
Makes me feel so much…stuff
That I want to say things
Even if it is tough
So whatever the reason
My tears seem to halt
(Perhaps my body
Too much enjoys salt?)
I want you to know
I feel more than I thought
I even feel the emotions
With which tears are brought
(Was that grammar correct?)
You really make me try
Well you don’t make me do anything
I’ll attempt to clarify:
When I’m around you
I want to be better
I want to do things
Like check every letter
I want to be happy and healthy
I want to stay around a while
I want to do all the things
That let me see your beautiful smile
You make me so happy
I hope that you know
I really have no plans
Nor desire to go.