I Love You

I have my own thoughts, and I have my own feelings. Afraid to ask questions, I sit alone in the dark. My name is spoken in a slight whisper. Am I dreaming? I must be. Beginning to cry, his arms go around me. Surprised, I look up, suddenly I feel better. I'm not afraid anymore, with hot tears running down my cheeks, he swipes them away with his thumb and kiss me so sweet and tender. Kissing him back, he whispers: I love you.