“Nothing important, ”
that’s all I can say
when I lose courage
to say, though its true,
the phrase, “I love you.”
Why, people may ask,
do I heave deep sighs
when you pass by me,
sit up and watch the night,
leave my meal aside?
Perchance, you may ask
the same question, too;
I will clear my throat,
modulate my voice,
flash a broad smile.
Then, proudly, I will say,
with faked honesty,
though I hope someday
you will see through me,
“Nothing important..”
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