One day, she’ll whisper in my ear,
“I know,” from behind a violet bouquet.
And it will please me.
She would not need to be prompted
To say this; it won’t be a response
To a recent declaration or confession
From me. Those have been said
Already, and need not be repeated.
The truth is, from the day I first
Exposed my soul to her until her whisper,
She would have been gathering
Evidence. If what I said was true.
Her faith is in actions, not words.
I desire a verdict.
If I can be anything, it is patient;
A long, intense gaze or a
Never-ending body massage.
I can be all that and more,
In light, before, and even
After she believes.
A. J. Hayes
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