She asked,”I see you, and I then see myself
there is so much of ‘You’ in ‘Me’
and so much of ‘I’ in ‘You’
yet, I call you, ‘You’
and call myself ‘I’
Where, my dear, is the “we”?
He smiled once again
amused this time
at the innocence of his lady.
Wrapped in his arms she heard him say,
“You are a testimony of the fact
that I am capable of love,
You are the bearer
and the manifestation of
my love.
But ‘we’ is the site of its
inception and culmination.”
A lot had gone by between them
and a lot was yet-to follow.
what went back was a part of lovely past
and the yet-to follow was adventure wrapped.
so lovely was that desire
that they dreaded reality
so blissful was reality
that they dreaded desiring!