who am I?

Who am I? You have asked.
I simply cannot say.
Or, at least, I won't tell.
Not here anyway.

Or maybe I can give just
a word to satisfy.
An answer to the question
that you ask of me and my.

I am a voice, of poetry,
for all of you to hear.
Not one of wisdom, or of gold,
just another wandering seer.

I am a song, of love, it seems,
to the world so full of hate.
It fills me with deep sadness,
yet I tell of different fate.

I am a writer, full of words,
a longing heart that shares them.
Spewing forth my precious jewels
and giving golden wisdom.

These simple words tell of me
but all else you can see
through my true sincerity
within my posted clarity.