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You can’t get your six “I Love You’s” in song form If you are too busy saying IT back (Even if just in your head) In the moment Drinking it all in The moon, the night air Sounds of the earth Tone and pitch inflection That is unique to you It is heard and learned With each time No waiting to say it back Say it first, mean it No waiting around Action and movement Even in NO movement “I love you” heard You know you want to Return the word For this new Unknown and few love Where the variables Are better sewn more From one side Than the others The mirror glass Of watching betrays Him with time Will she lay it On the line? Say it after and With feeling Meaning To make him Dizzy with Her own delight Of not requite Each new movement Venue of proximity The seedling grows Hardens off And makes the steady climb To the heat and light Of many time bided “Hello’s” And WHAMO! She falls… How many shitty First drafts can we have? As many as the “I Love You’s” that Can be said in a row Without the need of a Response.