You don’t have to say you love me;

I know you do.

You don’t have to hug or kiss me;

Inside, l know you do.

You don’t even have to give me

Your hand, that l may touch.

The way you stand, so tensely,

Tells me you love me much.

The picture you have shown me,

So shy, yet so sincere,

Cannot fade inside me,

But grows more sharp and clear.

So when we meet in March, love,

From frame your pic will leap,

And l will hug my love-dove,

And know your heart’s to keep.