“...love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness; the truth more first than sun more last than star...”
—e.e. cummings 95 poems
I Remember
I remember
the first time
I told you
I loved you.
It was just
an ordinary day
filled with
extraordinary feelings...
The sun rose cautiously
that morning
exploring my room
with gentle light.
You, a warm silhouette
against the cool
white sheets
beckoned me
to act upon my words.