Say you love me (Prose)

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as for words sometimes spoken
that make us think
why others speak them, take
three syllables
we long to hear, sealing anxious
weeks or months after we ceased
being a singular I

the anticipation of who will
speak first, should I, should they

I love you
why, I ask what makes you love me
because I’m kindhearted
smile at strangers, a good hostess
in and out of bed, love all creatures
great and small, or perhaps my humour
that can turn your furrowed brow
into whipped cream smoothness

Is it any of these things or these and more
we wait, it’s said, what we started
pure and raw, now concreted with three simple words
and it’s not perhaps till time has passed

when we have grown old together
we look back and it wasn’t about who spoke first
that we see love for what it is
the importance of why it was said
no longer just syllables

ยฉjmtacken Feb 2014

My 760th Post.

Photo Credit etsy.com

40 thoughts on “Say you love me (Prose)

  1. great and small, or perhaps my humour
    that can turn your furrowed brow
    into whipped cream smoothness

    Loved these lines…

  2. Beautiful. The humor that can turn his furrowed brow in whipped cream smoothness… Ha! Loved that. ๐Ÿ™‚
    And the understanding that the three syllables become so much more that they are no longer just the three syllables. Very smooth flow. The various aspects of a relationship in its beginning stage are explored through your words.
    I have been away from the internet for a while. I hope you are doing good.

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