With

It is a pleasure when I think of you
To think of all the things I know you like
And which of them I think you'd want to do
Right then and there, as if you had to strike
While some eternal iron was still hot.
I like to think of you as by my side,
Having the same perspective I have got,
Knowing which ways or methods I have tried,
And thinking with me, acting with me, being
My semi-constant and beloved companion
A second Coronado with me, seeing
The novel sight of some newfound Grand Canyon,
But being you, and so providing me
A different way in which to act and see.