Call it preternatural,
atypical, and unusual
I'd still fancy you even
if you had no integument
Let this eldrich lovingkindness
be heaven sent
for what it meant
I'd still desire you
even if you never existed,
even if love was never
constructed nor depicted
You, as what you are,
may be foreshortened
But what I feel for you
and who you are
will never be weakened
So believe me when I profess
I'd still adore you even if
you were a skeletal mess,
even if you were the vital force
armoring mortified bones
or the fossilized cinder
from embers of heated stones
I'd still treasure you even if
I never drew breath nor came
out from my mother's womb
...or even heretofore
Let these presentiments
be undisclosed in nature
Without being nurtured nor
tortured by ardor's gore
Even if the world wasn't
made an orb of loch and lawn,
I'd still love and cherish you
more than myself
and the self of my own
Ivory-towered encounters
never eventuated
Just lopsided tales
of how an incorporeal heart
got unbearably infatuated
We never knew closure
'cos we never had one
But there will always be pain
even if there's none
even if we're already gone
Coz the only something
between us is unwritten space
And this will stay forever
to smack me in the face