Poem about Ma for Cosmo

Done all I can do
To be true. 
Where does my madness begin
And reality end? 

Done to you
What I had to.
In my way haven't I lived the life
Of ten thousand men?

Of you
There are few.
Who ever knew
I would ever dream thusly?

I am what you see of me.
In your eyes simply I see 
Only. a reflection.