I wear my heart displayed upon my face. Attentive readers find their meaning there.. Where feelings thought too deep to be embraced Can shine demurely where they do not scare. As Freud observed we're never quite disguised Betrayal is our body's real motif The message comes conspicuous from the eyes.. Bright sparkles or your tears of blackest grief. The answer to a question seemly leaps So Yes or No is visibly revealed. The blush that spreads so fast across the cheeks Both bold and shy unable to conceal. Your face tells me you lied when Love you wrote. Yet let us part with song as we are poets.