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.