The three little words,
I spoke for you today,
the ones that were reserve
for some future date,
I felt anxious and fled,
not realizing how much I cared,
so I decided to give you a call,
and let you know it was ok after all,
the words left my lips without hesitation
your ears heard them with disbelief,
so I mention them not again,
until you recalled,
when you said you love me,
I did not believe,
but as I spoke those same words-
your lips began to parse-
I could tell that you wanted to hear,
this words you felt would never appear,
so I my love for you is growing strong-
just don't get me wrong-
when I don’t say the words,
which I speak through my soul,
you and I are meant to be here,
together in the present,
loving each other-
while we continue to care-
no flower shall wither,
and I will speak them again,
when counting every sand grain.
