I sense I may know who you are. I suspect you have given me hints.

But I am not certain, by far, as my feelings are always intense.

I constantly reach out to help -but sometimes my perceptions are wrong.

Like now, I am writing a poem - when what we need is a song.

I tried with my pen and ink to draw a picture of us,

But - I do not think my drawing was worth all the fuss.

We were quite deeply engaged, but not quite fully entwined.

The part that I couldn’t connect had to do with the mind.