How can three words
Three small words
So small, open, never nurtured,
As if maybe
If they were given time
They could grow into something beautiful
How can three words
So young
With eyes closed to the world
Mean so much
How, when presented aloud,
Can these words
Hurt, destroy, enlighten, over-joy
How can they shed light
On something unknown
Even to us
People try to pick apart love
Authors have written on it
Women have wept pages of black and blue ink
For black and blue bruises
And dried up roses
For letters thrown out
And feelings since gone
But words stick
Words stick to pages, to tongues,
To billboards and advertisements
To minds and hands
To trees and buildings
On stones and hearts
Sometimes I feel as if
My words get lost
Like somewhere in the twisted path
Between my brain and mouth
My words fall astray
From where I tell them to go
Why do these three words
Have to feel
So world-shakingly tragic
So hard to say, so covered in thought
That the real meaning behind my smile
Is lost in translation
Maybe once you thought
That I had dark Romanian eyes
And long eyelashes
That my words came as a wind
Shaking sunflowers like dried leaves
Or as a breeze too light
To touch a rose petal
Maybe you thought that once
I looked pretty
And maybe I thought
You had nice eyes,
A sweet smile,
And a good laugh
So maybe if my words
Every make it to your ears
My three words
That belong to neither me or you
These words
Whether whispered into darkness
Or cast into the murky waters
Of incinerated thoughts
And if you tilted your head
High to the perfect sky
And drifting wishes
You would hear my three words
I love you...
