What will it be to be you? This is the enigma, the overwhelming attraction to know, the irresistible desire to drop the anchor in you, to possess you. What will be the perplexity of being you. What, the mystery, the ailment of being you and knowing. What, the stupor of being you, truly you and, with your eyes, see me. What will it be to perceive that I love you. What will it be, being you, to hear me say. What, then, to feel what you would feel.