you and I

 
 
Into my eye come visions of patterns
Designs the image of her I see.
Into my mind the smell of her hair
The sound of her voice - we once were there.
And even though I know that you and I could never find
The kind of love we wanted together alone.
I find myself missing you - and I - you and I - you.

Janis (Joe Country McDonald) 1967,1970