I?

[maximus_twist]

I? Me? How can it be? 
Really? Surely?
You're not looking behind me?
It's me? It's all about me?
This Letter is about me?
I fill your mind and dreams?
Can it really be me? Is it?
How did I deserve words,
writ so lovingly?
I know it is for me you yearn
and I wonder how ..
I had no idea I was
everything you say I am.
(But if you say so,
I guess it must be so.)
Reread The Letter:
You are out there,
      Waiting.
           Loving.
Sleeping, unawares,
but still hoping that I think of you.
     And I am.
  I do.
How can I not?
Knowing you love me -
It is so much.
   We are.
      There is us.
           There is we.
It is unbelieveable.
You course through my veins,
running free thought
to free form.
Iwantyou.

Exquisite.
Harmonious.
...I?