Three Little Words Poem by Charles M Moore

I met a lovely lassie
we'll call her lets see.. Anne
her skin as sleek as ivory
with a summertimey tan
her eyes were pools of ebony
with quicksilver deep within
her hair well it was black as pitch
but short and neat and trim

She spoke with angels heralding
well that's the way I heard
from a mouth so soft and tender
and a song to charm the birds
her mind, well now you've got me beat
I never understood
it seemed to be a mixture of
I wonder, why, and could

But by now my eyes were hazy
my ears cherished every word
my brain recording memories
of this smashing looking bird
I told her that I loved her
and Christ all hell broke loose
she said she loved another
and for me it was no use

My heart at one time flying high
came crashing to the ground
I stumbled through each endless day
in the rubble I had found
time passed and I wondered
I'll get her on the phone
just to see, you never know
to see how things were going

Again I heard the heralding
but now a different tune
it seems the the bloke she promised
alas she turned him doon
I puzzled for a moment
saying 'Oh I'm sorry' but with relief
for now there was another chance
to chat up this wee piece

'Can I take you out' I said
'If you've got nothing planned'
she said 'I might not manage right away
but tomorrow would be grand'
that's the way the weeks went by
and I was a perfect gent
with an angel walking close by me
everywhere I went

I could take her anywhere
do anything at all
but all the time not knowing
that again my heart would fall

I knew form past experience
the three words I shouldn't use
namely that I love you
so tell me now would you?
after what happened last time
and the commotion that it caused
I dare say you'd be happy
just to let things tag along

Well so was I for a while
but things started to go wrong
she said 'theirs no involvment
because I've had enough of men'
then I knew I'd never hear
the words that I once said

The words were getting larger
I could feel them getting wide
those little words would reach my throat
and I'd push them back inside
every time I saw her
my heart would leap a shout
and the words tied up inside of me
would struggle to get out

I tried to keep them down at bay
by not touching and not kissing
but the angel there beside me
kept the words and my heart wishing
I could keep them there no longer
it was hard to be a friend
I had to say goodbye for now
for fear my love would end

So this is why I'm writing
this small poetic verse
knowing someday soon I hope
I shall return to her
but will she ever have me
I can only wait and see
as each day drags on longer
than the last one used to be

And if alas she doesn't
well that's just the way it goes
as long as she is happy
I'll be glad for now she knows
the way I really care for her
she wouldn't think me a fool
but just a charming member
of the nice to be nice school.
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