“I love you” –
I hear myself say,
Ten thousand times a day.
In my throat forms
This little knot of love,
Each time I watch you
Leaving, from above.
And I fall hard, for you,
I really, really do,
Ten thousand times a day,
Whether in November or in May.
Ten thousand times I inhale,
Your sweet, heady, male smell,
Caressing your clothes, kerchief,
Or your partly wet towel.
Ten thousand times
Your name I scream,
When, at dawn,
The stars grow dim.
In solitude, tension,
Anger or evasion,
I love you with
A steadfast passion.
And if I were to die tomorrow,
Surely, it won’t be from sorrow –
Dying for love’s a better way,
If I were to die some day.
Ten thousand times will I swear this,
And seal it with a tender kiss.
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