Love Language

Intellectual intimacy,

face to face with eyes drawn.

Her heart pulsed heavily,

heaving as we carried on.

She stowed old emotions,

still holding her baggage claimed.

I threw it out the window,

the pane kicking it on its way.

She smiled and pointed beyond

the frame,  acknowledging the day.

I made a choice to love her different

because she was always too afraid.

—JG