I love you.
I see you
standing there slightly shaking
with a lean to the side.
I feel you try and smile
And make light
of your overgrown worry line.
I smell your determination
the one that keeps you
afloat.
I taste
salt of the tears
that were never spoken.
I hear the words
that pound through your head
after a comment that some mean kid said.
For I feel and hear and taste it all
because you are not some stranger
no not at all.
You are me
these are my memories,
my actions and my story.
Now hear this
I love you the most.
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