Sunday, August 10, 2008

Lessons in Love 2

I feel the cool breeze brush my brow
The anxiety in me builds
As my mind races through the rationalization
For why I can’t say this
For why I must say this
For how I will feel
For what it will mean
Then I look up
Then I look up and his eyes hold my gaze
His face says just say it baby
I trust that
And I say it
With no reservation
With no regard for the consequence
I can’t contain it
My cup runneth over
So I say to him
“I Love You”
He smiles
Laughs a little
And replies “I know”

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