Whoever you are

There's nothing of yours that
I wouldn't want to see.
I'm not sure
that I know you.

I only guess something about you,
and all the rest
is in shadows.

I look at you and I think,
I look at you and say to myself:
"Whoever you are,
where did you come from?"

I want all, of you but I'm sure
that I will only understand you
partially.

It's much more important to me
to see you so moved, like this,
than to decode you

I see you and want
you to see me
whoever you are
whoever you are.

So little of yours that i am now
and I never was
so much of anybody's...