W E D N E S D A Y
why can’t you say it?
can it be so complex?
just utter the words
and feel your heart flex
“i love you!” it’s easy—
it rolls off your tongue
like dew on a petal
like a song that needs sung
why do men think
it’s contractually binding?
these three tiny words
that my ears are not finding
love is not limited
it’s an infinite thing
a burgeoning fountain
a never-ending spring
love is like breast milk
the more that you give
the more that you make
so your spirit can live
from my depths to the rooftops,
i’m yearning to shout
i love you! i feel it!
it wants to come out!
of course you love others
present tense and past
and i know i’m not first—
maybe, not even last
but if you can feel it
then just set it free
say those little words
that mean so much to me
i love you, also
it’s here in my soul
i love you and someday
perhaps you’ll be told
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