How shall I tell you
my predicament!

Would thinking minds
ever know the brilliance in me
that would put the poor sun to shame

And it is not me

Would curious minds
ever know the ecstasy
that this grave visage masks

And it is not me

Would objective minds
ever know that these stern eyes could exude
love that could turn stones into beating hearts

And it is not me

Oh, how shall I tell you
my predicament!

I am empty but full