They’d waited too long to say
“I love you”.
3 words. 3 syllables.
Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.
and now that they’d done it, they wouldn’t,
couldn’t, stop
they told each other all the time, at the end of the argument
and before the good news.
In the middle of the storm, even though it was hard to see, and after, when the raging winds had settled on a breeze
before the rising sun turned the sky pretty colors and after it flickered out and faded away into the dark
Underneath the stars that their love had been etched into
There was no love until death for them, because it would never stop
I love you beyond