You might not hear me say I love you,
As often as you want me to.
But I'd said it to you every day,
In ways you even never knew.

Tucked it under my shirt,
Kept it inside the bag,
On weekends that I would try not to fail,
Giving you a warm hug.

Mixed it up along with the spices,
To make a savoury breakfast taste.
Even on the countless barrels of water I fetched,
When bathing is in its prime and you'd like to make haste.

I hope you haven't forgotten
That one cold evening,
Caught in the way I looked at you,
Whilst you were busy looking at the field of stars glowing.

It hardly even left...