When I think of myself
A few moons ago
I see a girl
With my nose
and my name
And my love for coffee
And we have nothing else in common
And so I have decided
I will love everyone I meet
Even the ones who hurt me
For tomorrow, next year, next week
They might be someone exquisite
So, dear you,
I love you
And I will love the you
That you become
Until then, I look forward
To the day we meet