I remember
the hotel room.
Our bodies
warm,
intertwined,
in that quiet
repose,
when you
whispered
so quietly,
almost
inaudible,
I love you.
For in your heart
lay a fear
of a sentiment
unrequited.
You could not see
how I
had loved you
in the very moments
of our first night
together.
In your soft words,
I was overcome,
in the euphoria
of our communion.
From within me
a release
of doubts reprieve.
I, love you
too.