[FOsen]

Until I glanced down,
Narcissus, and found
That face near the ground,
I wore a frown,
Life seemed so long.
Then we became fond
Here by the pond,
Ensnared in our song.
Reclining, I see
Each line of your face,
Which I mentally trace
As you worship me.
Still, it could be true
You're not that discrete,
Oh, but we weren’t complete,
Until there was you.