Never Out of Ways

I look back
on all things I've wrote,
I wonder
& I quote.

"Is there anything,
left to say?
It seems most words are taken,
Or is there another way?"

But still i manage to jot down
Yet another rhyme.
About the good and bad
all through our time.

They're mostly different
But all unique
Each is special
written with a different technique.

And i realize
this one little thing too
you can never run out of ways
to say, "I love you."