Juxtaposition on Love

[pbmn]

Love…love…love. Questionable and steadfast.
Why can’t I tell? What is missing from our equation that causes doubt?
Irresolute truth, undeniable ponderings. Our love, yours and my love.
Where is it.

Here I am, there you are. A line interrupted.
Infinity and indefinite. Where I go, you don’t follow. But where I go, you go.
Circles of squares, into you I am integrated; and into you I am differentiated.
Where is it.

Problematic solution: you and me.
Exact imprecision: you and me.
Back and forth, to and fro, you then I. Why?
There it is?

[Delta40]

well I never liked the word juxtaposition but I liked your poem very much as it describes the roller coaster of love and uncertainty.

[Bar22do]

The love you describe is somewhat like breathing, in, out, in, out... disturbing and (therefore?) ever renewing... and there is more to it. Thanks - Bar

[PrinceMyshkin]

A wonderful poem in which the craft is so beautifully embedded in the vexation.