His words were at the tip of his tongue Stumbling and tripping every time they tried to departure His feelings were causing chaos every time that she smiled at him Then his heart came running into her hands, she captured
But... He just could not say it His pride caged in those three words he was feeling But... His eyes were enough They screamed those three words like a roar of a volcano Hoping to burn her with the heat of its passion
But... She remained clueless Like a dormant seed that is oblivious to its capabilities... Her capability to love him
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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