sweet-hobok:

Before I spoke her name
she was simply
one set of gestures, nothing more. 
Then I spoke her name,
she came to me
and became a flower. 
Just as I spoke her name,
I hope that someone will speak my name,
one right for my color and perfume.
I long to go to her
and become her flower. 
We all of us
long to become something.
You for me, and I for you,
we long to become a never-to-be-forgotten gaze.

                꽃/김춘수