Actions speak

You keep asking me to write you poems. But with the immense happiness that has taken over my life since the day we met I am speechless. I often lack the words that express how I feel when I’m with you. I find myself reaching yet not grabbing hold of how to speak of the way you make me feel. Because of you my poetry has become my actions. My rhythmic unsolicited back rubs after your long days of work. Casual foot massages as your legs are thrown across my lap. My poetry is in the doing. So forgive me my love when my once romantic notes awaiting your arrival to our bedroom are no longer there. But please accept my kind gestures, sweet kisses and compliments and most of all my love in their place. For that is the poetry that I offer you now. 


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