i is imaginary, driving waves through circles. 
i manifests in the real as signals, as vibrations, as music.
i dances with the real,
Creating beauty in the complex.

Like with numbers, so with Me:

I have an imaginary component. A Me of faithful ideals.
I have a real component. A Me that laid with Her.
As they dance,
The reality grows complex.

Yet, unlike numbers:

You have a real component. A You of wracked despair.
You have an imaginary component. A You of broken dreams.
As You shake with realization,
There is no beauty in this complexity.