Mythical love

What's my entity with
you?
Unrecognised, unsung
like a halo around you,
declared as an unknown myth?
I am not a God that I would
remain a myth forever,
which, too, I never wanted to be.
I wanted to walk my real
physical body along with yours,
I wanted to pick up those dry
leaves and twigs from the garden, as
you'd bring some tea in a lovely
summer afternoon, full of sunshine
and allergens that keep you slightly
swollen faced than you are,
I wanted to greet all your
friends, as we enter together, hand in
hand celebrating their anniversaries
birthdays, or, simply, their wealth.
But I remained a myth, as you never gave
me a shape, or a name, or even a name
to my entity, keeping me far away from your
mystical world of people, who were
everything and anything, but
never a faceless myth like me.