Run out of words
That there are only so many
Times
Just so many
Ways
That I can tell you
I love you
Before the sincerity of
That phrase
Will be attenuated by the
Repetitious redundancies of our
Inadequate language
That we will become
Inured
To our own
Limited
Expression of that which we both feel
How then can I trust that an
Acquired numbness
Of your ears to those words
Will not translate to a
Numbness of your heart to
Their intent
How then can I let you
Know that you are the
Other half of my
Self
How often can I then say
I love you
Between now and the end of our lives
And have you know
I mean it still
You are fantastic.
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