When I hear you say I love you
It simply takes my breath away…
When I hear you say I love you
I could hear it any day…
When I hear you say I love you
I struggle to say it back…
Because when I hear you say I love you,
It stuns, it knocks me back…
Those three words don’t get old…
Those three words don’t lose their potency…
Three little words define so much,
Those words define more than is even definable…
I love how you say them,
Or the glint in your eye as you do…
And I love how when I say them back,
There’s not a doubt that it is not true…
I love how you pull me close
And breath those words on my neck..
It’s not just hearing,
But feeling them that always knocks me back…
Indescribably potent as it races through my veins…
I’m indescribably lucky, I’ll never be the same…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A LOVELY POEM THAT COULD BE COMPOSED WHEN ONE IS IN SWEET-SIXTEEN, LIKE THE POETESS..i love u-these 3 words become so stale n a potent lie when one reaches in BITTER 29, as dis reader is..Though, love does not become stale, if it be love and nt d pretensions passing off as love..THE POETESS WRITES NICE LINES THAT R PICTURESQUE AND CARRY THE READER INTO D FAIRY LAND WHERE THERE IS LOVE AND LOVE ONLY...IN THE AIR..A NICE READ! CAPABLE OF LEAVING AN INTOXICATING EFFECT UPON THE READER! wat more, a poet cud desire of as a complement!