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A Poem With No Name

I know that you know my secret.
The one I stopped short of saying
As we lingered over dinner tonight.
The one that I want you to know

But that I know you are not ready
To hear me say so clearly – what
I already feel so deeply. I know
It is too soon to give you my heart,

Too soon to tell you that you are
All that I want from now until
The end of time. Too soon to
Tell you that my entire life

Has been a prelude leading to
A crescendo that dwells in my
Heart, my mind, my body. It’s a
Song that must be written by you.

For you. And for me. When
You are ready to hear that
Song, I will sing you my truth
And live each day in proof –

For now and forever after.