Tell me you love me
Not because I need to hear it
But because when you look at me
You're still compelled to say it
And you so strongly believe it
Surprise me
Think of me often
Look up from your phone and face me
Take a minute to embrace me
Not only on dates
But just because it's Tuesday
Kiss me with no explanation
Tell me you miss me
Even if it's only been a day
I want this long after the honeymoon phase
This is one year, five years
Even ten years in
There should be no expiration
Love doesn't die because of time
Love dies because people no longer try
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Sarah Maclin Lyons
Storyteller, Poet and Content Creator. I just write what feels right.
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