#1969

‘I love you,’ he finally whispered,
but I was not shocked to hear
the verbal recognition
of what I already knew.

He looks at me like I am
the only soul in the room.
He laughs with me as if I have
cured a thousand ailments.
He holds my hand without
taking away my sense of freedom.

While it makes me soar to
hear him say he loves me,
I have felt it long before I watched
his lips dance with the phrase.

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