Without you, but nobody cares.
Your love—strong and supportive
like the underside of a desk.
Without it, the world would not function.
However, the love is indifferent—no one thinks about your love.
Your flaws and sins—gum and marker.
The laptops and papers on top would not be the same.
You love in the quiet, and no one sees it,
although without it, would anyone love?