He never liked to talk.
From the beginning it was as if I fell in love with a mute.
He wasn't silent by default, or even by decision;
He kept the words in because they made him choke when falling out.
Silence was comfort for him
And remarkable to me.
I don't need a soliloquy to know he loves me.
His eyes promise forever,
His lips curl up as if to say, "I'm thrilled I found you."
I was never as good at silent declarations,
I had always assumed only words could form a statement.
But I saw the truth in his eyes.
His hugs meant protection,
His touch stood for contentment.
His compliments were drawn out moments of staring
And open-mouthed silence that led to my blush.
And when he finally found the words,
When he gave into the awkward moments of tongue,
I felt entirely special.
Because I gave him courage to speak,
And he gave me clarification that I don't always have to.
Paramount things come from the quiet;
He whispered this poem to me through our kiss.
