That tattoo on your forearm,
Of your grandfather's name,
With a scar running through it,
My fingers love to trace.
The way you stare,
Hint of a twinkle in your eye,
Tells me you feel so much more,
Beyond the stoic mask by which you hide.
The secret smile you wear,
When it's just us two.
How you save my "side" of the bed,
For our nights under the moon.
All of these things,
Speak every word we don't say,
The elephant sitting in the room,
Growing more obvious by the day.
But to tell you I love you,
Would be the most frightening thing.
The moment it escapes my lips,
I can never reel it back in.