I-Love-You Poem by Elizabeth Tyease Collins

I've thought of ways to confess
the ways to tell you those three little words,
but only my actions can speak,
only my devotion can please.

My fingers cannot paint on the perfect canvas of what you've done
for me,
not even tears could tell you how much you've
wiped them all away.
You've become a part of me.
My heart.

I've thought for so long what my worth truly was,
and every single day you tell me,
you scream it at me,
you write it in the sky,
reminding me of the beauty I knew I never had.

You,
would never know how those three little words could
be put so perfectly like U and I,
so secure,
so pure.

So I want to say I love you,
because it's written all over the walls,
scribbled across the most important scripts,
painted on the most beautiful paintings,
and most importantly,
it's written all over my heart.