He assumed her love.
She presumed his love.
His assumption was fallacious
Her presumption was outrageous.
He sought a new love.
She awaited a new love.
He assumed again.
She presumed again.

His assumption was fallacious.
Her presumption was outrageous.
He returned to his past love.
She re-encountered her past love
His past love was also fallacious.
Her re-encountered love outrageous.
He became a poet of himself.
She turned into a poet of herself.

The two selves became poet-lovers.
The hers and the hims, lover-poets.
The theory was assumed,
The practice resumed.
‘How I love my assumption’, he exclaimed.
‘How I love my presumption,’ she proclaimed
The theory was assumed,
Practice resumed.

Again he assumed her love.
Again she presumed his love.
His assumption was fallacious.
Her presumption was outrageous.
He abandoned all his theories.
She gave up all her queries.
‘After all love is a science,’ he brooded.
‘And science is love,’ she concluded.