These words, music
to saints and gentle spirits,
beyond the ken of
demons and devils.
Words which are
the cause of my breath.
Words composed of sparkling lights.
Words which force the future
to crumble beneath their sound.
These words:
I love you.
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Awww... There is a fine line between the romantic and the saccharine.