But who are you to me?

• But who are you to me or I to you?
• We didn’t know each other half a year;
• It was only business – nothing more ado;
• And barely business friends were we, it’s clear!
• You merely drove me home conveniently,
• A simple act of friendship, nothing more;
• A mere two automata acting free,
• But why then are our hearts still aching sore?
• Because, my Love, you cut my heart and soul,
• With words of love, you never knew you said,
• And I in poems your virtues did extol,
• To show you your true goodness, as you read.
• Pretend you do not love nor know me still;
• I loved you then, and now, and always will.

copyright John Justice 2015