Self

The very person,
The closest to our hearts,
The one that is more intimate than a lover,
The person who seeks to know us.

He made his life agenda,
To understand my heart.
He tries to unravel the mysteries my soul,
To claim perfect knowledge of myself.

How can I forgo him?
How can I refuse to listen
To the demands of my heart?
He seeks me,
Like no other.

I cannot deny his thirst,
To dissect my personality,
My morals,
My principles,
All that I stood and will stand for.

How will he see me?
I can spend an eternity,
Learning myself,
And not knowing anymore
Than I do now.

We can try to look inside of us,
See the strengths and the weaknesses,
And still say that we understand us,
But in the end,
We could only scratch the surface.

We are the only persons,
That can say that
We understand ourselves the best,
But not even ourselves
Can know what will change.

Only our Maker,
He knows us,
More than ourselves,
From the start of time...