"I told him that I loved him on Christmas
Though I fell in love with him when leaves were still on the trees
The fruit was succulent and my days were free
Funny how we hold on to it
The words ... Even though we know and show it with every part of our being
It's amazing he couldn't hear my heart say it through the rhythm of its beats
Beckoning for him to love me
Too
Christmas was when I decided to admit it
Although I submitted way before then
To his intense persistence of my time, my care, my interest
You see I've loved him for a while"
-A. Coleman
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