Sometimes i love him in the quiet way
In sighing smiles and stolen glances
Quickly stopping when he turns his face
Fleeting fondness and sheer delight in all he does, unnoticed
Sometimes I love him with symphony and sound
Exclamation and blurted promises
Urgent kisses and grasping hands
Laughter, words and shaking heads

I didn't want this
I wouldn't
I couldn't

But now
He comes within all that I do
And the days without
Are so
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