If there's two or more of me, I can be married. I am how taste is carried. I can vary based on style. I have no social media but can have a profile.

Lay the stones, stack them high, like a pie in the sky. Brick by brick, dreams take flight, a sturdy home to sleep at night.

I open paths you can’t go through. I turn but only you will move. When you lay thee down to sleep, protection through the night, I’ll keep. Lest you forget to use me right, someone may wake you with a fright.

What’s stepped on in order to be carved? Made in order to be taken. Or chosen at a fork?

Folded neatly by your side, I wait through courses served with pride. I save your clothes from every stain, though I myself won’t stay the same.