By patrick gregory slusher pgs121@psu.edu
Date: 9 October 1997

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i want you to be
i want to find you someday
and hurt each time you pass me by
until it hurts so much i have no choice
but to go in conquest of your heart
(it's nothing more than giving you a reason
to look closer, you know?  
i am a blind man
painting your portrait                            *love is sight in blind eyes*
and when you see it, that's when you'll finally see
that you are blind too)
then we will be
i want to come crashing in at all hours
wake you up for a brand new day
(your roommate will forgive me--
i've finally found *spirit*)
breakfast together downtown
and then the park
we'll search for faeries
and they'll tell us,
"go away you silly humans!  
you know you can't believe."
but it seems we'll know better then, yeah?
we will be, on and on
see the moon reflected in your eyes
instead of as some consolation prize for the lovesick
perhaps you'll kill the intellectual in me one day
until then you'll just laugh
each time i presume i've made a science of the female, or of love.
i'll laugh too and eat my words to stay alive.
and when my life is just so cold,
and winter drowns the flowers of my spring
you'll be a sweater filled with girl
and warm me
kiss the wind out of me
and i'll do my best to keep wonder always in your heart
which is mine as mine is yours.
i want you to be