Will I Be Known?

To be what you will,
You must understand yourself by far.
What will happen to my heart?
Shall it be pierced and crippled,
Or broken from the inside out.

What is to happen from here,
And then I will know it all,
Or at least what is to be known.
What am I to learn of this world?
Who is to be in my memories?
Can I see your face, sweet one!
And watch it smiling at me,
Under the moon’s lit gaze.