Poems of the Self

And now I see the face of god and I raise
This god over the earth, this god for who men have
Sought since men came into being, this god who
Will grace them with joy and peace and pride.
This god, this one word: I.

— Ayn Rand

I came across the poem above in a book on the profiles of “great” people. After reading it, I was reminded of a poem I wrote four years back. Going through the archives of my old Geocities website, I managed to find it. Hope you enjoy it:

I can only stare in awe as you walk by me;
The beauty you exude tortures me!
I look at you and you invariably look at me.
I tilt my head to the left,
While you tilt yours to the right,
Your eyes glittering in the moonlight.
As I prepare to walk off so do you
And we bid each other goodnight.
Suddenly in the mirror I see light,
I turn around and there’s my friends,
Watching as I admired your every move!
But I’m not embarrassed and why should you?
I love you and you love me
We’ll love each other for eternity!
Oh I love myself!!!