(no subject)

I saw an image, once.
I thought it might be you.
I thought you fine,
I thought you high,
I thought you wonderful.
I wanted to be you.

Now I know you better,
Now I know the image is not you.
You are fine, you are high,
You are wonderful.
You seen clear
Are worth the knowing.

But still I see that image
Which once I thought was you
And still I look at it to wonder
Could that ever be me?