(un)titled ode XXXVII

my dearest
though i have never
gotten a chance
to whisper
sweetly into your ear
brush my lips across your neck
or your throat
know that the sun’s rays
as they shine upon your skin
is a reflection
of my love for you
every breeze
carries the whispered words
of devotion
from my heart
to your ear
the moon
reflects my longing
every fallen leaf
is another tear shed
for our being
far apart
i love you
with every
cell in my body
always

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