Infinitely Large Literature - A Desperate Rebuttal - Poem by Murtada Alsaadi
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.
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