June Morning

"Words felt, then spoken"

I chose to say “I love you”
Uncertain how you felt
I chose to tell you, not so I
Could keep you for myself

I chose to say I love you
Cradled in your arms
Together, lying in your bed
My thoughts securely warm

I knew then that I loved you 
June breezes swirling through
Your shadeless windows open
On that morning in your room

I felt the words so gently
Sunlight streaming in
The fragrance of the fresh mown grass
Scent mixing with your skin

And then I said “I love you”
As if those were my words
That no one else had ever spoken
No one else had heard

I felt the need to say it
Unsure what you’d do
But knowing on that morning
Those words were surely true.