A KISS ON HER FOREHEAD

It might last forever,
But does not.
It is all about guts
But, not.
She knows,
I know,
She loves me
I love her.
There is no
Difference.
But there is some gap
Of the truth to be told.
It stays within.
It hungs up in the air
Increasing the tension slightly.
No one could be a witness for listening to those words every day.
Yes, I know
There is always a mist,
Always a distraction
That leads up to anything
And we never know.
There are just little
Feelings
Which are quite heavy
Which we left unshared.
But,
She knows,
I know,
She loves me,
I love her.
And
So
I tell her
Not by words
And
It takes guts
For me,
For this complex situation
To comprehend
So
I tell her
I love her
By
A kiss on her forehead,
Which we both want to last forever.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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