My husband often says, “I love you,”
without saying, “I love you.”

Sometimes he’ll hug me after I’ve lost my cool.

No apology demanded.

Or he will pick up my favorite tea,
and save me from having to ask.

He blushes when I compliment him,
Or grins if I wear a new dress.

All these years later,
And I can still turn his head.

I can count on two hands the number of times I’ve gotten flowers,

but I’ve lost count of how many days he’s made my coffee before his own.

Or the mornings he’s let me sleep in
While he tip toed an early riser downstairs for toast.

He’s a man of few words.
He’s simple,
but he’s consistent.

The gifts he gives me aren’t laced with diamonds,

but I feel rich.

My husband often says, “I love you,”
without saying, “I love you.”

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