• I will never say it.
    I wouldn't be so blunt to call it that.
    I wouldn't be so naive to say it's that.
    I wouldn't dare say those three words.
    That magical phrase...
    that THEY say makes it okay.
    I wouldn't be so daring or extreme.
    Such a elementary verb, that heals the bro-ken.
    That... kisses the bruise, and makes it better.
    It's looming... THESE kisses.. your hands.
    It's looming the dark night.
    It's looming this starless, cold...hopeless sky.
    It's looking for an excuse, to fall off my lips.
    And into your ears, for you to comprehend.
    I wouldn't call it THAT though.
    That... which can only hurt us.
    That... which can destroy us.
    That... which can tear us apart.
    That.. which is love.
    I said it.