17.

I will love, love with the silence of the moon.

The shadow that follows at your feet.

The one more peek before one falls asleep.

The bare touch of passing hands.

Love loud and proud, they say, don’t you hide in the dark.

Yet even the Lord did not always burst into the room — He came as a gentle whisper.

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