All that is me,
Everything you can’t see.
Transposed beyond the eye,
Deep within it lies.
Available at need,
Blossom forming from the seed.
Taking root and spreading,
Across the passages its heading.
This temporary replacement,
An adequate substitute being lent.
It fades over time,
Refreshed by thine.
She who weakens with a stare,
It works so hard to care.
This proxy love dulls the absence,
The lack-of-a-person expense.
A love for her deeper than the sea,
All that is me,
Everything you can’t see.