my better judgment never proved so wrong
as when i threw caution beyond reach
as i walked out my back door
on the last day of february
and walked through your front door
on the first day of march;

as when i kissed you that first night
and for the first time since i saw you last
something felt completely right

as when in the most silent of moments,
you whisper unexpected sighs
that sent these shivers down my spine

as when i tremble and try to
type those three
words
and i can not,
because they fall
achingly
short of what i truly mean to say.

06/14/2007

Posted on 06/14/2007
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