Follower

It seems I am
Love is easy
Hate is me
Irony is
My creation of self
I am all
Change is long
Thoughts kill
Spirit makes
Her
My queen
What is she?
Am I anything?
Do I seem?
What are we?
Who?
Her?
Me?
You?
Us?
Follow.
Hearts beat always and provide our entire being with what it needs to function.
Hearts beat percussion for our lives and allow us to live.
Hearts beat. When they meet their counterpoint in another; hearts are married for eternity.
I hope.
I wish.
I live.
We all seek.
Do we all deserve?
Where is my follower?