I am not a loud lover.
You will not be tagged in multiple statuses with the hash tag WCW or WCE.
The pictures we take will be few, so even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t be able to saturate people’s feeds with our affection.
And no my dear, it has nothing to do with you, I’m simply not photogenic.

I am not a loud lover.
My displays of affection do not come in lavish gifts worth an Instagram post or make out sessions in subways.
You will know my feelings when you catch my eye.
You will hear my love for you in my laugh, in the gentle ways I tease you.

I am not a loud lover.
My poems will be loud for me.
My metaphors and similes will join the war against your insecurities, entering with a war cry you would never hear directly from my mouth.
Their main goal will be penetration of your darkness; at times they will use blunt force and at other times they will caress your mind while I caress your skin.

I am not a loud lover.
I won’t Tweet about the dates we plan to go on, or the afternoons we spend in each other’s arms, but it is then that I will let the fire you cause overtake me.
I’ll let my hands express exactly how much I’ve been wanting to touch such a relentless masterpiece.
My lips will be a whisper away from your ear and I will explain the countless desires you instilled in me just by walking into the room, the curiosity that assaulted my mind the minute I saw your smile.
And then they won’t; they’ll be against yours, and I hope that then you will understand my dear.
I hope you understand that love can be just as strong quiet as it can be loud; I hope you understand that just because I don’t publicly proclaim it doesn’t mean I love you any less.

I am not a loud lover.
I am not a loud lover.
I am not a loud lover, but I will love you.