The Sunday Whirl

She felt on a verge

As feelings emerged

Realization a crash

Startled her—a flash

Heart again climbing aflame

Hearing him say her name 

Spoken in the night

In dull grainy light.

Her lips almost a bow

“You have to know”

Said hesitantly slow

“It’s always been you”.

No longer a mystery

He studied her quietly

Then bearing a whisper

Soft as a vesper

“I love you too”

And in the evening glimmer

Their old feelings simmered.


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