We have finally settled into love,
Given up the struggle of our differences.
Your body’s language
Has a depth that words belittle;
You are not one for declaration.
It is in wordless details
The loyalty of your being
Here that I feel stilled.
You would give me flowers
Because you know it makes me happy,
But would see more meaning
In bringing tools,
Chopping wood for the fire,
Fixing what is broken…
Yours is the unspoken poetry