Who can gaze beyond this empty shell

That some would refer to as a man,

And see the life within it?

Who can listen as my soul lays bare

my innermost secrets?

My innermost desires?

Who can feel my heart as every precious ounce

of lifes blood passes through it,

feeding not only my body,

but my soul?

Who? Can any one hear me?

Can any one see me for what I truly am?