I confess
I love you in a multitude of ways.
The wind turns a leaf over in the sidewalk.
Just as I pass sunlight illuminates its face.
I watch the sunset knowing at dusk
you're walking towards where it set.
You turn back as the moon rises
and take up a pen to write lines.
I wonder if I should confess
there are dreams not meant to come true.
And I confess I know
that I cannot love you in all ways
anymore.
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