Simply
Who is this love?He beckons at the window, knocking at the door
He writes notes and leaves them by my porch
He sits on the doorstep and waits for hours until I come out
He enjoys the sunlight and the birds and the breeze
Until I finally join him at his side, enjoying it with him
He always whispers how much he loves me
I can't help but say it back
Sometimes I wonder if we should say more, if this will get old?
But those are the only words that suffice
The only words that bring me such joy
The best words I can say to explain myself
posted by Unknown @ 5:31 AM
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