The Confession
Sitting here with my loyal dog, Blue
From him I think I have a clue
It’s finally time to take ink and write
And tell you of my year long plight
I scratch my head and purse my lips
Throw out all my written scripts
“Dear sweetheart” seems just too much
For we have not become as such
But that is what my heart desires
As my words stumble over loves’ fires
Maybe I should just say hello
Then confess “I Love You” down below?
written: 10-11-2019
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