My face,,

My face

My face- it reveals,

it shows affection, reflects love,

displays discontent and discord.

It is the mirror of my soul.

It contorts in moments of rage,

and melts in moments of emotion.

My face turns colour when I am embarrassed,

and so when jealousy overpowers admiration.

Exhilaration alters my countenance,

as spring has its toll on foliage.

It is the granary of my innermost feelings

the reservoir of my emotions.

My face speaks for me,

Vexation or compunction,

grief or bliss,

pride or humiliation,

spite or love.

It is a screen of dappled emotions

a pellucid reflection,

of Myself.