Love was always here, don\'t you see?
The indent in the chair-
Love has always observed
so how come you never
noticed?
Love has always walked beside
you; in company
in solitude
it never left.
Love has always hidden in plain site:
Never \'Orpheus loved Eurydice\'
but always \'Orpheus and Eurydice\'.
Never \'Achilles loved Patroclus\'
but always \'Achilles and Patroclus\'.
Never \'I love you\'
but You and I, Me and you.
Never \'I love being yours\',
\'you love being mine\'
but Yours, and Mine.
Love has always brought
together things that are meant
to be
that makes sense,
like how a scholar loves a debate,
and like how a queen loves her people,
and like how an artist loves the high from colours,
and like how a pen loves the pages,
and like how the pages love
the words that mark it full
of Love in the form of
extended metaphors to offer experiences
justice
in the form of
additional clauses wishing to
give enough detail to replicate the delicateness
of you right beside me
in the form of \'and\'.
Love has always been here.
You
and
I