Do I tell you I love you with my eyes?
When my lips have over used the verse.
Can I tell you the greatness with my hands?
wrap our fingers together when it hurts?
Do you hear the whispers when I sleep?
in my dreams, I hold you with me
it’s the echoes calling from my soul, a growing fire, you’ve made me whole
When I show you the warmth in my heart,
Does it tumble, so small, and shy away?
Because I feel it, emerging within
spilling out like rolling waves
I won't grow tired of you.
(Circa 2014)
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