I tell you all the time

I.
I tell you all the time.
Silky drops, the corner of my eyes they drench.
They fall, a silent deafening thump on my breast.
A million love stories I say,
A million mountains I would climb.

She.
She tells him all the time.
Her eyes, they tell him all the time.
A million love stories she says,
A million mountains she would climb.

He.
He hears her all the time.
Looking up at her, boyishly, his lashes, they too are wet.
He listen as her eyes whisper loudly.
A million stories he holds close,
A million mountains he would not climb.