I love you,
I love you,
I love you.

You never gave me reason to doubt these words,
but what reason have to given me to believe them?

When I wait around all day to hear from you,
clear the day for our date,
though a time is never set,
if it ever comes.

When I do not feel like a priority,
or even a thought.

When you have plenty of time for your friends,
but never for me.

When you are only around me,
when it is convenient for you.

What meaning do your words hold?

I love you,
I love you,
I love you.

It echoes in my head,
three little words that keep me coming back.

I do not understand why you do this,
or if you even know what you are doing.

I love you.

I feel my heart skip a beat every time I see you,
my love for you pores out of me,
it fills me up.

I love you.

When you do not answer,
when you keep me waiting,
guessing,
I feel as if your love for me has dried up.

I love you.

And if you ever read this,
I worry more about it hurting you,
then about it helping me.

I love you.

Even when you do not answer me for hours,
I smile when I finally see you have.

I love you.

I say it over and over hoping it will sting lessen every time,
but I can not deny that I do not always feel your love.

I have seen a new side of you and I do not think I like it,
we should have never brought this here,
we should have stayed just friends,
but even still the pain you bring to my heart,
pails in comparison,
to the joy you bring,
when you mend it.

I love you