Identity, they say,

Determines quality.

Even says Socrates,

“Knowing thyself brings ease.”

I hear a kindly voice,

“Imagery so lovely,

Thou meter is sublime.

May I linger near your rhyme?”

How shall I know myself?

Only to listen to

The one who etched me on

Thin, paper filament.

My poet said she penned me

With careful thought in mind.

She tells me who I am,

Her dearest love divine.