“Are you the new person drawn toward me?
To begin with, take warning – I am surely far different from what you suppose;
Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?
Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction?
Do you think I am trusty and faithful?
Do you see no further than this façade—this smooth and tolerant manner of me?
Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?
Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

 

I would love to be the me in you
for in your eyes I shine.
You have always believed in me
My silly jokes, my foolish rhymes.
If I could be the me in you
I wouldn’t have to doubt
you believe in the confidence
of which I’ve felt a drought.

 

I’m weary of being the me in me
that silly sad old fool
who once thought I could get away
with breaking every rule
Yet life stomps hard on fantasies
and every tower falls
For you I want to build castles
I’d make the grandest halls.

 

For if I become the me in you
that brave worthwhile ideal
There is nothing I couldn’t do
to no being would I yield
For you have kept believing
when I was brought down low.
With you I’ve become a better man
Together may we grow.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

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