Words

I and love and you. 
Three singular words, apart nothing, but
together meaningful.
I becomes you. You becomes me.
Love becomes the bridge connecting two.
Apart nothing, but together meaningful.

I love you.
In the morning before coffee;
sleep riddled eyes and slow, languid stretches.
Silently staring into the ether.
What thoughts are you pondering?
Peace, contentment, and joy.

I love you.
Through busy days and sleepless nights,
working tirelessly for dreams yet to come.
Exhaustion and fatigue. Still moving forward.
Is it worth it? Can dreams come true?
I will not lay down for the scavengers.

I love you.
In candlelight and soft jazz waiting for food.
Walking through the aisle, “Is this the right
bread?”
With colds and aching bones, runny nose and
puffy eyes. It doesn’t matter how you look.

I love you.
In summer, winter, fall and spring.
I love you.
At Christmas, Halloween and Thanksgiving.
I love you.
In anger and fear. In happiness and sorrow.

I love you.
More than well chosen words.
More than emotion and logic.
More than a free pass into your heart.
A promise to show trust and compassion.
An intent to never leave, but to always stay.

I and love and you.
Three singular words, apart nothing, but
together meaningful.
I becomes you. You becomes me.
Love becomes the bridge connecting two.
Apart nothing, but together meaningful.

 

 

 

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