January 22, 1974

I love you.

Every day I try to stitch up my heart.

But I cannot. It bleeds forever, for you.

There is nothing more I can do.

There is nothing more to say.

I love you.

I want to make a difference.

I want to make a change.

I want to turn back time.

I want to turn back your heart.

I love you.

Every day I think of how it could have been.

But all I have are lost reflections.

Patterns of your beauty

Retain their intensity on my mind daily.

I love you.

I want to make love to you.

I want to make you remember.

I want to invite you.

I want to hold you.

I love you.

I do not say these words often.

I do not say these words to anyone.

But for you, I say them.

For you, I love.

© 2005 David Greg Harth

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