WHO WERE YOU? 3
(Written in 1996)
Isn't it strange that I feel like I love you
When I don't even know who you were
Let alone who you are
I'm likely just enamored
With your outward, physical beauty
But is it probable that I'm in love with your spirit
That I recognize your beauty inwardly
And below and beyond the surface
Of your genetic inheritance
Oh, that I should grasp something so much more important
Is it conceivable that you're in love with me, too
From afar, and that you're calling out to me
Like I'm calling out to you
Beseeching you to reach me
Even though this kind of thinking
Is pathetic, and I'm so un-likeable
Shouldn't I be grateful that I ever met you at all
And be satisfied with the memory of you
Though it's so pitifully small
Oh, why do I only fall in love with visions
