Spilled Ink from the Vault

Optical illusions. 
Have you ever seen two lines that appear parallel
even though they are not? 
We agreed
on many things. 
We agreed 
this is a love.
We agreed that this love
is both platonic and erotic,
and most certainly not romantic.
Neologising.
We named it like intrepid explorers
believing they discovered new land.
I categorise the thoughts and feelings
I hold towards you; some sit on the line
we labelled platonic.  Others
are clearly erotic. I move
along the lines as I arrange feelings like flowers.
And then I see it: 
recursive proof of Euclid’s fifth postulate. 
My lines meet, and that intersection carries not
the label we gave it, but rather the label 
we (I) tried to deny it.