To Know Me, Is Not to See Me

If you only stopped for just a moment

and read between the lines, you would

know that I have a story to tell you.

You only have to ask me my name and my

story will unfold before your eyes, I dream

the impossible, but it may become probable.

You ask me what I knew, I said nothing of you,

Surely there is a lot to learn about you.

If you only allow me the time to know you.

To love is a human desire, to belong, to be held

and touched, to hate, is a human fear, of not

being accepted, to be left alone.

You may see me, but you don’t know me.

Long John