You look at me
but it is not me that you see
I am only a shadow
of what you think I may be
Turn over the leaves
Read between my lines
You will find the secret
in my hidden signs
The secrets of my heart
My forever burning fire
The source of my soul
My deepest desire
Words to me are instruments
Tools of my deepest confessions
More than beautiful lines
and grand, exquisite expressions
So when you look at me
it will not be me that you see
You find the key to my heart
through my poetry.
