You say you wish to know me, but how could you?
I do not even know myself.
This must be your test of Love; the test of my truth against the lies.

If you truly loved me, you would wish to know me.
Therefore I do not know myself, because I have not known Love.
I have never been loved as love should be. Never have I been truly immersed.
Completely and totally wrapped in Love’s warm touch.

I want to know myself.
I wish more than anything to know a person who wishes to know me.
One day I shall find that person.
That person whose loving touch will calm the storms of my mind.
Giving such light to the blossoms of youth growing in the darkness of my mind.

I love him already.
Could he possibly know to love me?
Would he even dare?