SEARCH ME NOT THERE

Neither do I
Cultivate your image, nor
Do I carve your form
And, always
You stand by my side
Curling and crooning
My songs of pain

Neither do I
Stretch my hands, nor
Do I stoop thy legs
And, always
You stand me erect
Caressing my love
In eternal silence

Have lost faith, that
What was yours
Have stolen, that
What was given, yet
When you search, you
Search me not there!