IT DEPENDS ON WHO IT IS

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What words will you say to me
When you love me?

When you love me
What words will you say to me?

Will they be pretty,
Lingering in brevity like poetry?

Did you learn them in your privacy
Where they are languishing already?

Will they sound like heresy
Or will they be comfortable and familiar to me?

Must I always be ready?
Will they be spontaneous in the extreme—like a dream?

Will they be hesitant and lengthy—
Or nearly silent, for our safety?

Will they have a ringing finality
Ushering in my satiety?

Or will they murmur endlessly,
Sadly, redolantly?

Will I know them already?
Will your love be like words to a poetry-smitten teen,
Do you mean?

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