Murtada Alsaadi

Infinitely Large Literature - A Desperate Rebuttal

Using ecstasy as a verb is a sort of a sin,
Not giving it the placement it deserves.
My haunting ecstasy will never have a twin,
Because my love for you will never curve.

But three little words aren't as little as you think,
They would stampede out like anchors.
Rather I wait for your eyes to shut or simply blink,
To sneak 'I Love You' out in whispers.

The latter 'whisper' is my signature.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 11, 2010
Poem Edited: Sunday, February 14, 2010

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