It's hard to believe that you are you and I am I,
Simply because you loved Me first,
Creating me with your command: Be! And I was.
I watched the way you looked at your own image—Me—
And breathed your spirit into me,
So I began to move with your authority.
My eyes brightened at the sight of you manifesting through Me,
Then you wished to wander in your beautiful world,
To love your own manifestation, and so you created Me.
Again, I watched the way you followed your own images,
And now, I see the way you listen so intently and carefully
To your own melodies.
When you say 'I love you, '
I can't help but think you're searching for yourself in Me.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem