When I’m staring at you,
without making a sound.
I’m lost inside your eyes,
not wanting to be found.
When I’m smiling at you,
without saying a word.
I’m hiding here with you,
not wanting to be heard.
When I’m lying with you,
without making a peep.
I’m counting memories,
instead of counting sheep.
When I kiss you gently,
on lips or on your cheek;
I’m saying “I Love You,”
and I didn’t need to speak.
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