I love you
three simple words
that hold an infinite amount of feelings.
First it's happiness
overwhelming happiness,
you tell yourself you can never be sad again
but love is the deepest sorrow you can face.
It's delicate, like a rose
but poisonous like the thorns
for the love,
it slowly turns to hate.
You love him
with all that you have you love him
you want nothing but for him
to love you
but he doesn't,
for when he looks at you his heart stays steady
whilst yours aches in pain.
You're not oblivious
you just refuse to let go of him
you cling onto the make belief ideology
that you can be loved when you know
you simply cannot.
Your eyes swell
as you think about his doting touch
your heart breaks
as you sit and wait yet another day
for him to finally say
those three simple words.
And you know you could keep waiting for him
until your very last days
only to hear him once say
'I love you'
BY SIDRA AL RIFAI