The Picture of a Poet

I am watching the picture of a poet He seems so strong and determined His face is poised and sure Suddenly, I see the nearly unnoticeable Glint of fear in those dark eyes That seemed to whisper: ``What would happen if they really knew me?`` But only briefly could these words be heard For he is a tower, tall and fortified ‘’Does this fear really exist?’’ I ask myself as I ponder Looking into his dark eyes ‘’Yes, it does,’’ they answer And they start telling me With defiant intensity that His weakness is his strength Our eyes met and that moment Is rooted in my mind Utterly, eternally