im sorry i say i love you too much. sometimes the moment winds itself just a little more such that the feeling needs my mouth as a conduit for its expression
but perhaps ill spare my words-- to be thrifty in these exchanges of uttered affection blurs not the feeling's existence: the butterflies are still there, but shall manifest themselves elsehow, as hugs and kisses strewn across the skyline of the ever-forgiving night
surely i wont stop saying i love you... but the instances i do shall flaunt a heavier shade of red once i save such statements for moments unmet in vibrance, strength and their capacity to lend our cheeks a palette of bright rosy hues.
and i shall make your initial reading of this poem one of those special moments by saying i love you