Do not love me loudly-
hurling my praises toward the garish sun,
beating my name into your too proud chest,
shouting to me from peaks too high to hear.
Do not love me loudly-
over dishes clanking and knives scraping,
over radios blasting or orchestras swelling,
My love, you do not need speak at all.
Just love me quietly, darling.
Breath my name like a secret,
etch it on the inside of your favorite book,
write of me in codes unbroken as our bond.
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