Two of Us

There really is two of us, 

one who knows, 

breathes and lives within a body. 

The other, 

who dreams, 

wanders off with a favorite word, 

a sweet scent,

an act of love, 

and buttery morsel of food.

Not afraid, 

passionate and unbeaten, 

willing to try, 

and not to escape.

And the other, 

quiet and measured, 

scared and scarred, 

weak and mellow.

I love the second one, who do you?