Will we be there?

If I turned my head
and called your name
If I bet the spread
and said "Let's wed"
would you be there?

If I raised my hands
and  praised your name
If I worked your lands
and built your brand
would you be there?

I fucking hate this poem
It's a total joke
I hate the rhyme
I hate the bloke
Because he won't be there.

But he is here.
And, he is there.
And, I don't hate
I just complicate
Because I won't be there.

Yet I AM here
And, so is he.
We fit like pods,
or so says god.
And, we'll be there.