I love you, the words which spew from dishonest lips and shifty eyes leading us to wonder why: I love you. The three little words make or break, tear or take, those strong building blocks of a rel-la-tion-ship.
That catchy phrase on everyones lips from the child or crone, woman or man every ones a victim of cupids mis-sung arrow, still stinging and singing from that too easy shot to the heart, the loins, the whole system over-loaded with one sizzling glace from the chick in the black leather pants and the hot pink Hello Kitty purse.
You purse your lips and wonder why. Why me? Why now? After wandering so many sleepless nights in dream deserts entangled in bed sheets. You were too busy. Too busy untangling the rats nest of family ties and sifting sweet mothers lies. Too busy for this thing called love. This barren infatuation nation where men wander the lonely streets in looking for soul mates and twin souls.
But now youre uncertain, unsure of intentions not quite pure. Should you take the dive off the deep end with those three little words: I love you. Wo ai ni. Aishiteru desu. Three different ways to speak the same, its too damn difficult, your fore fathers are to blame with their verbal foreplay of, Hey baby you rock my world.
Are you man enough to take the challenge? Are you human enough to speak the truth? Find out her name. Ask for her number. Hey man the rest is up to you.
Tee hee! I won with this poem!!!
ElileesaInoyue 1 year ago