I leave it mute
pleading with my eyes for you to hear the silent
I love you's.
and the words my broken articulation
can't choke out,
I sit in silence
thinking everything I could say
but afraid
the shaking hands too hard to place
I clasp yours uncertain, if I should
believe
that in which I, before, so strongly opposed
listening to your words
feeling the meaning through pronounced syllabals
restricted to return the adoration.
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