what i fear the most

somewhere i see someone with my eyes, yet not my own
i see them with my wit, my wisdom, and strength, yet they have not me
they are clean, free of burden and perfect
with none of the world's stain
they are from a small part of me, but all their own
and they will love me, somehow, such an instinctual thing
but while they love me with a open heart and eager mind
they will see me, all of me, in their wide eyes
it is what i fear the most