You

Believe me.
You are not your thoughts
that ramble on inside your head.

Nor your feelings and emotions
that drown you like a stormy sea.

Nor your God given face,
be it handsome like the moon,
or plain as an empty page.

But who you are my friend
are your intentions;
your manners and your gestures;
the goodwill that you emanate
like the brightest sun that rose,
or the evil that you spread
like the darkest night on earth