There were no “me” nor were no “I”
Wherefrom evolve the pain,
Because it were not something sly
As though a man may feign,
So I have loved you, but so my
Expression you profane.
Had I but had an I or me
I might have gladly done
According to your wish, as be
A simple, kindred one
To such as garner empathy,
Yet love remains to pun.
The joke was neither “you” nor “yours”
Were any less made hurt
Than such assailant in whose course
As traveled forth inert
Unstoppable, despite such force
As you tried to exert.