Mirror Image

You know who I am
Only you can ever truly say so
You read my thoughts
As if they were your own
Nothing I can ever say
Would catch you by surprise
One day soon I hope to make you so proud
Of something I wrote that touched your heart
The great American novel or the poet laureate
You wear that look of constant bemusement
Waiting for me to live up to my promise
Made to you on one of those nights
Only you know my constant struggles
Never wavering from my side
You are my mirror image
As I stare into my eyes
The hunger still burns
The passion still lives
For something special
A life surreal.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
7-12-06…4:11 pm
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