I knew not love,
Until it was called from me,
And named so by another.

I asked of love,
If love was called from me,
Then was I always a lover?

Love said to me
Living still and solitary 
Is nothing without another

And you who knew love,
Now called out from you by another
Can now name love to your lover.

Did you ask love?
Did love call to you?
Or were you always a lover?