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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

This is a poem I wrote for my friends and read at their wedding this summer.

I love you 

I can’t express myself in the way I want to
“I love you” is a phrase become so common
Used everyday automatically and often without meaning
Used to smooth over problems or to bury old arguments
After so many years the repetition becomes tedious
But my soul is attached to yours and, yes, I do love you 

How to express such feelings using only words
So many words that mean absolutely nothing
So many words that mean everything
Language is limited to the message received
The spoken word can do such harm
Regrets only last as long as you let them
I find myself with no regrets 

Morning arguments over eggs seem scrambled
And yet, I still I kiss you goodbye with love
Even in my anger
I remember your smile running behind me
You chased a singular moment for the future
You never gave up as you sought my light
 You caught my dream in your net
And now we dream together 

Your hope wraps around my life and kills me
I die a willing death while smothering slowly in your warmth
As your arms carry me down to your soft meaning
Your love buries me in forgotten promises
Your love resurrects me 

And so today I hold your hand in anticipation
And you hold mine
The rings on our fingers shine as brightly as our future
As they catch the light of tomorrow
Witnessed by people who believe
Witnessed by our belief
And for lack of better words, but not for lack of meaning
I say, very simply, but with every fibre of me
 “I love you”