We sit and talk.
You ask me.
Would you love me if I changed my name?
I replied.
Yes, I love you.
Your name doesn't matter.
It's the person I love.
Then I ask you.
Would you love me if I change me?
Your reply.
No, I wouldn't.
I felt offended and ashamed.
Why would you say that?
I was in rage.
Then you said in your calming voice.
I love you.
That's it? All you had to say?
I got up and left the room.
We had many years together after that.
'Til one day your sand was running out.
I grabbed your hand.
I love you. I love you.
Then you looked me and said.
Now, you finally understood what I was trying to say.
I was bewildered by the response.
You said to me again.
I love you and that's all.
Tears in my eyes.
I let them fall.
The pressure released from my hand.
One night as I lay.
The thought of that word,
Kept swirling and jumping in my mind.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
All of a sudden...
My eyes filled with tears.
Just poured out like a waterfall.
For I knew what you said.
I love you.
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