She never told him what to do,
He never cared what to say,
She never heard his "I love you,"
He liked it to be that way.
She never dared to show her love,
He never knew, but anyone...
And when she finally left,
There was no begging back or whine.
She needed badly him with her,
he never knew, seemed to forget.
When she did that--he wasn't sure;
The thing hit him:"How could I let..."
She never told him what to do,
He never cared what to say.
At last...with last breath:"I love you,"
Brought love for death from love that day.
I Love You
© Copyright: Evvie Rough, 2002
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