I watched your face in the diffused lights,
Studying the silhouette of your nose, your lips,
And considering our fervent nights
And our tête-à-tête; all in pre-written scripts.
Your voice on the phone is light with mirth,
The words seems forged to my derelict ears
And I speculate what that we have is worth,
If I am wasting all my fraught tears.
When I doubt the magnitude of what we share
You astonish me with your munificent ways.
A deed, a touch -his hand against my hair;
It’s more sincere than any fabricated phrase.
I’ve given up faith in the authenticity of words;
My trust is in actions where you show your soul,
We will have what we have, as free as birds,
And together we will be, together we are whole.
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