There are all these secrets shared among full rooms and we are in one of them quietly awaiting our own hearts. You were young when I met you. Full of breath but now age comes fast and the air in your lungs is less than half. I loved you most in the morning when the sun was rising and new but I needed you more in the darkness when all I knew I loved faded with the time of day.
Here we are in the middle of it all. And you lean into my heart to whisper in my ear "I love you most, my dear."