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May 2011
You said it in French.
Made it unique,
Special.
But lost in translation.
The intent was there, but
So was the fear.
“Je t'adore”
I love you.
Such a shame.

I understand though.
A form of expression
With your mysterious style.
I did it when I love you.
Now you do it for him.
At least he knows.
I was just a coward.
Maybe one day
This glass will shatter
And the shards will make it
Painfully clear.

Then, you will know
How I feel about you
And maybe I will know
Where I stand with you
Sue Dunhym
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