The Wall

You know how tough it is to love a wall?
I have done it, and it is worth the fall.
Brick by brick, you asssess, would you do so,
if ground was flat , and all you did was crawl.

First touch is always cold, your fingers feel the obvious,
but all is not the same, if you pay attention,
the wall seeps in places, giggles through its subtle cracks.
Apart it may be; sand and gravel, but when together,
it holds them, in summer, winter or fall.
As a mirror, it reflects, as wood, it absorbs.

Kids scribble, old lean, young smash and lovers beat,
as she embraces your glories like her very own.
Ever wondered, why everything's loved from the outside,
while she draws an exception, as she bruises on the front,
in seasons four.
So, tell me if it is tough to love a wall.

Omnipresence of some is endearing, of some ignored,
but you shall be loved, because I see what you hold.
May be not for me, are concealed those thoughts,
but if thought is all that matters, I hear what was never told.

She may change colors, may turn around the corners,
but when all is washed, you will be bared, and chip by chip,
vulnerability restored.
You are beautiful in every single way, now naked to the bone,
For your depth is not in bricks, nor in the ceilings false.
It's the fear that makes you perfect, makes you the wall!
So tell if it is tough to love a wall!