Love Quadrangle

Love is a point

an answer to a question

we didn't want to ask

but found leaving our lips

like do you

or could you

and what if I do

because the question

implies we don't know

and admitting ignorance

isn't something we can train for

it's something we evolve

Love is a line

an eventual horizon

we learn to stop pursuing

and start appreciating

for it's capability to conform

to the mountains we meet

and the valleys we walk

for it's willingness to bend

around impossible corners

and cross incalculable divides

only to reassure us

that it cannot be broken

Love is a quadrangle

a courtyard where we dance

to the music of the spheres

our imperfect motion

a tribute to imperfect dimensions
that we move through together
because by ourselves
we are merely points
answers that must be strung together
to create lines
horizons that need perspective
for love to take shape