Without you I am small,
Imperfect in form and function;
Ill defined in desire
You make me who I am.
To suffer in compulsion
Without an end in you
Is to make nothing.
To create, you are who I am.
You have given me all
That makes a man of me.
Together we are whole;
You give meaning to who I am.
David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )
Scanlon. D (2016) The Poet, The Prisoner & The Fool. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. YOU MAKE ME. Page Number 24.