I love you
I wish I didn't feel so prohibited
from saying those three words to you
that you were close enough I could whisper them with abandon
instead of typing them out anxiously
and with much trepidition
I love you
I wish you were here so I could tell you
I love you
And I could trace it onto the bare skin of your back
Whisper against your lips
Shout it from rooftops
murmur it against your ears
I love you
But I am not supposed to say those words to you
So I won't
I will write them out instead
in this poem I doubt I can bear to show you
And I will say it a hundred times in my head
Never once speaking it outloud
I love you
And simply hope that someday
I will be allowed to say it
and shout it from rooftops
and trace it into your skin with my finger tips
So often it becomes a permanent part of you and I
the red string of fate
magic
faith
whatever you wish to call it
I want to tell you so often
And so much
You could never begin to forget it
I love you