When fate comes crashing into your life,
what do you do?
When those unspoken words take your breath away,
what do you say?
To say that I don't crave you would be a lie
I place my hand upon that I hold dear,
your magnificent intake of breath
answering that unspoken, but very well known question.
Yes, my dear, I do love you.
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