Love is an incomplete puzzle
With both missing pieces and pictures
Rough edges, frames that remained muddled
With one piece that completes your scripture
Love is your people, your group
Strength in numbers never truer
All intertwined, always in the loop
Your not-so-silent silent rescuer
Love is organic
Woven in the fiber of our being
It beats in unison, what makes us tick
Seeing you after school past three-fifteen
Love is a trophy case
From a flickering thought to open admiration
The sheer presence of one’s face
An oath taken in full volition
Love is a microscope
Facing inwards only to see
We’re the baseline, the same trope
All the same, silently