so far
i've only let myself
adore him.
but the last time
i was holding him,
my lips
did something
strange.
they said,
"i do not love you"
to the air and to his ears
but when i
kissed his temple
and his jaw
they whispered,
"yet i really do".
those two kisses i could not hold back,
fleeting and different
from the others,
made
my heart do something
strange.
it sighed at
the thought of him
and faintly said,
*"maybe i more than adore him"