The Subtleties of Love

By A.N. Flores

He brings me a glass of water
and serves it with a quiet smile.
There is no need for loud declarations.
I know what it's about. I know what this might be.

He fills my car with gas
and brings me back chocolate kisses.
There is no call for large demonstrations.
I know what it's about. I know what this has become.

He recharges my phone
and keeps my ipod updated.
There are no misconstrued intentions.
I know what it's about. I know what this is.

He walks by my side holding my hand.
He gives me space keeping me company.
He listens in silence offering only understanding.
There is no necessity for clear definitions.
I know what it's about. I know what this will always be.


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