My Love,
What proof is there of that, ‘my love,’
For we say we seek proof but what is it?
Now we might say ‘some self-showing of love’,
And if so the cosmos could not contain
The whole of proofs only my love for you
Leaving no room any’s love another.
But I ask this not of myself, I know
And know I well, what depths this richness runs.
No ‘tis you who seek of me and I of you;
‘Tis ‘some showing to you of my true love.’
Now I know not how many be left for
I know not all I can show you accept.
And truthfully some shown you attribute
A sortment of causes and all comes null.
Thus I must know the show acceptable
To thee in thine eyes. And yet, why ‘must’ I?
Though this seems untrue to ask, “Why must I?”
When it is you, My Love, who asks a show.
Propelled from behind, within and without,
My love must rise and, forthwith, I must try.
(And this truth needs no proof) lovers must try
Meet each other, or no lovers are they
(What lovers rather their love be unmet?),
So seeking that meeting is that proving
Of their love, and of each for the other.
But if this ‘trying to meet’ is no show
Acceptable, others shall result: for
What trying of lovers shall be thwarted?
Love has all patience and in a single
True kiss all time eternity can hold.
But look you now, when each lover’s trying
Be of no show acceptable, they have
No proof till their trying result, and need
Their single true kiss for the time trying
Takes to result, and love’s sustenance
Of patience for they must continue on
Without each other’s proof acceptable
Till their trying results, and should their one
True kiss be any less than true they’ll need
Every kiss, embrace and touch they muster.
Indeed, more the merrier, merrier
The truer, truer the timelier, and
Timelier the proof – happier the love.
Straightway let the lovers’ union enjoin
This bliss to come, this must needs try, this proof
That must needs come and for the lover’s love
All must needs be done. I bid you these words
To take, remember and treasure. Henceforth
This security shall I seek of thee
Always with all my love and all of me.
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