You are you, and I am I.
There isn't any reason why.
No matter any prophecy
that sings into our dreams
of some extreme of happiness
that we once knew.
Feeling more, we know the less
that came unasked within the bliss
of moments stolen out of time and place.
Remembering a smile upon your face.
And now this opening of eyes to see
forsaken strands of misery.
Newly born of tales told
that entered into our small world
and made it larger than our love could be.
Sighing in the moonlight silently.
Enclosed in streams of how it used to be.
When you were you and I was I.
Believing we had found out why.
Before the pompous prophecies
of men and mice became reality...

? Michaelette ?