Me...Part Deux

The one never to tread the beaten track is me
The one to take new, outlandish turns is me
Never will you understand these odd, offbeat things?
Wherever be the fire, the one to get burned is me

Enough is the little dew to make me wet;
Enough is the little flame; the one to melt is me
Enough is the little blow to make me stagger;
Enough is the little wave; the one to splash up is me
Enough is the little journey to lead me astray;
Enough is the little help; the one to recover is me
Enough is the little morning to mortify me;
Enough is the little moon; the one to pine is me
Enough is the little space for me to pass through;
Enough is the little hope; the one easy to please is me

Your little grief and the one to sob is me;
The one who cannot bear with your gloom is me

What is it like spark in your body?
The one to glitter at the tiny reflection is me
What is it like wakefulness in your blood?
A mere touch and the one to be perfumed is me
What is it like grandeur in your grace?
The one to hesitate at a trifle is me
Your lovely face is a garden of colors
What sights I capture though a winker is me

I am not a stone, immune to the season’s mood
The one to be stirred by a gentle breeze is me
If alone, it’s difficult to move a step;
With you around, the one never to be tired is me

Afraid of the thick dark night is me
The one to spread like desolation is me
Who is it that calls me from across the river?
The one to dive into the swollen river is me
If infamy is my fate, let it be so
The one never to take timorous steps is me
What do I crave more than your company?
The one to live and to die with you is me
Having told everything, have you severed the ties?
What should I say, for devoid of the gift of gab is me

The one to design varieties of pages is you;
The one to paint your choicest shades is me
The eternal, infinite Time that passes is you;
The one to halt at every sight and shade is me