In their third morning tryst,
Just in those first sunrays,
He looked into her eyes,
Big, bright eyes,
Love, deep pure love those eyes told,
A fear they expressed,
What a combination he thought,
He asked her, “what do you fear?”
“Losing you, my love,
It had been long since we met,
And my love increased day by day,
All I think of now is you and us,
Us, us, us.
You never told me how you feel,
I dare not ask you might leave.”
Closing the distance he whispered,
“Love needs no voice,
Am I right?
Even if I don’t say, you know I do,
Love you from the deepest corners of my heart”

Above poem is in response to:

https://scvincent.com/2017/02/16/thursday-photo-prompt-tryst-writephoto/