Believe me, tha’art not the love of my life
Lo, nor thou the guardian of my heart
Ostensibly we were never together
Gladly, though, neither of us wish to depart
We never viewed this state with desirous eyes
In accidental writerliness there was no strife
For there, connected at the mind and
Eventually wed through words, we chose this hardwired life.
Prompt: Describe something in terms of what it is NOT.