I

I, blindly embraced by all and destroyed by some.

I, linger on most things if not all.

I, shaped and colored into ones desires.

I, feared by some and loved by others.

I, the well versed

I, in the stories you will find me

I, created before the 18^th-century Jacobites.

I, who’s I?

I am the words on this page.

I am the founded words lost by another founded by you.

I am the thing that you will never forget.