“I love you” she declared boldly to me
looking into the window of my soul.
Expecting me to respond I spoke not,
this time around I’m mindful not to boast.
To satisfy the parameters of her curiosity
a smile sealed with a kiss offered a delay.
The heart and mind reason with each other
as I listened to the voice inside me say;
“I learned how to speak these words with her.
Should I expect someone to match her fame?”
“I love you” was always dressed with joy,
now a different rendition is at play.
Though strange it may be second time around
I respond with no lie…but it’s just not the same.
DionWorx
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