To say or not to say ‘I love you’,
That is the question appearing like a déjà vu,
Over and over again,
Bringing for me unbearable pain.
Sometimes I think in the affirmative,
Sometimes my mind gets negative,
The three diamond-like-precious words fail,
To reach my mouth as if they were in jail.
Gain courage I every night,
To tell her ‘I love you’, that’s right.
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