could I wonder if I’ll catch you smiling,

could I wonder if I’ll catch you smiling,
can I know (when it’s better just to be)
if I’ll be, and knowing well who I am—
knowing all I know to be true by you,
knowing and so knowing you know—
knowing, just, like no way there’s anything else—
who calls it completion—say it’s “I choose”—
not an other half, but half of perfect;
the higher means a lower, but love’s a play of two—
and lovers play and lay and say and relay
like lips coming together to make sound,
can you see the singer and song as one:

come to me, I come to you;
turn to me and I turn, too—

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