When I say I love you... it's not because I wish the wind would gust and lift the chiffon of your summer skirt for just a fleeting moment... though maybe I do When I say I love you... it's not because with trembling hands I'd feel your naked shoulders, nervous fingers stroking, reaching for your neck... though maybe I would When I say I love you... it's not because I've dreamt of you, drawn your tender body to me in a perfectly complete embrace... though maybe I have No, when I say I love you... it's because I want to share with you the innermost place in me, where hide those delicate outrageous trivial precious thoughts of nothing much at all and want to know you want me to

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