I love you

I know she doesn't sais she loves me
But she shows me everyday,
In ways at the beginning,
I didn't knew straightaway.

Caught in the way she kisses my bruises,
Just to take away the pain;
Baked in the cake she made me,
Just to take the biger slice
And when I told her that I love it,
She baked it for me twice;
It was buckled in the seatbelt,
She told me to put in on...

She made not said that three words
In the old and standard way,
But I learnt action speak much louder
Than anything that you say.



                   Georgiana Apostol