ON PITCH

At first I loved in you
the song I lent you.
Wonder now what song
you heard from me, so long
ago. With time I learned
to listen to your melody,
your own, no borrowed tune.
I listened as I turned
to memories of you and me.
It seemed then opportune
to start with me in you.

But now we sing in harmony,
for hence I love the you in me
more deeply than the me in you.