After Three
Love, though left unspoken, speaks a language of its own. With life at its usual hurried pace, singling out its voice from the noise of the rest of the world can be a challenge. But then again...
He must love...
Me, too.
Beneath that stoic expression
Belied by those soulful eyes
Dark lakes of emotion--too clear to hide
What goes on inside that cloistered heart of his
And he talks, stepping out of his box
After my thoughts have summoned him
After everyone else has left
Leaving just the two of us behind
And maybe,
Maybe he knew
Felt that need just as strongly
The need to be ...to be with the one your heart
Yearns for, desires, fantasizes, and...
He must love
M, too.
But how could I tell?
I can’t.
I just know.
Me, too.
Beneath that stoic expression
Belied by those soulful eyes
Dark lakes of emotion--too clear to hide
What goes on inside that cloistered heart of his
And he talks, stepping out of his box
After my thoughts have summoned him
After everyone else has left
Leaving just the two of us behind
And maybe,
Maybe he knew
Felt that need just as strongly
The need to be ...to be with the one your heart
Yearns for, desires, fantasizes, and...
He must love
M, too.
But how could I tell?
I can’t.
I just know.
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