For My Husband To Be

It's not my style
To write of love
Or share my feelings
With the world.

Love is far too personal.
It is much easier
To write of hunger.
Pain and suffering are simple.

But as I sit here writing,
I can see your face
Smiling before me,
And suddenly,

Love is the only thing
Racing through my thoughts,
Onto this paper.


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