Rhyme On

Dearest me, you are made of wordsThat are portals to various worlds,,Leading to servants, queens and lordsAnd many scenic woods to see.
Leading amidst the great battles,Describing as the world rattles,With a plot that never settlesThat's twisting round and round wildly.
Leading to the calm of peacetime,Where relaxation ain't a crime,Where all people can sing and rhyme,And watch Netflix sleepily.
May you keep your words togetherIn times of deep, troubling botherAnd raise sad souls to the ether.May you keep rhyming, persevere.