When I say I love the mountains
I mean the everlasting rocky kind
With snowy tops and views to find
Not the laundry piled so high
that it makes me wanna cry
When I say I like to talk
I mean the deep conversations
with another grownup soul
Not repeated phrases in a hundredfold
Or your prattle taking control
When I say I like it hot
It’s meant for dad to understand
Not for you to cling so tight
That breathing becomes a fight
When I say I like to read
It’s quiet hours in books I need
Not the endless bedtime stories
That - instead of you -
put me to sleep
But when I whisper ‘I love you’
when you almost fall asleep
You’re smile reveals you know
exactly what I mean
And your mumbling ‘love you too’
Has never touched so deep
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