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“I love you.”

The heart will leap,

the joy will spurt

and flood —

forget the ground.

A delight of looking at you —

a lavish feast

of insatiable feelings —

yields the words

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

Almost exhausted,

we whisper to each other.

Our willful

capricious

and winged luck —

as if gliding forever —

is skylarking

all over again.

“I love you.”