I don't know if you make me more myself or less.

You make me less of the self I always knew,

But I'm not like this with anyone but you,

(And that's the part you may not understand.)

So maybe this is me,

And I could never see myself before.

I never knew what I was really capable of,

What I could really do,

With flowers in my hair and a zany grin .

Like Myrtle Crenshaw, driving again after all these years,

I, too, found second gear,

And there really is a whole new world out here.

-jenn