A beautiful irony - from when I was younger

There's no way you could know

Just how much you matter to me

Just how much you mean to me

no metaphor or synonym could possibly begin to speak

of just how beautiful is the irony of you

of me being able just to watch and see

The many wonderous mysteries you're developing

Inside that youthful thing known as psyche

I treasure hearing every word you send

And value seeing every sight you share with me

not because it is my own

And not because with the same eyes we see

But because I see something simmilar

And yet completely different and unique

It's like peering through the looking glass

And yet realizing that there are infinate possibilities

How beautiful and ironic at that

That you would show me the other side

of the other mind while all the while

standing on the exact same side

That's why perhaps in time you will know

Just what you mean to me in mind