Do you know of the one thing
I fear
The three words I loathe to hear
Falling from your lips?

I hold my finger
Over
What you kiss me with
When you begin to
Say '....'

I hold my palm
When it's not enough
And your eyes
Laugh
With your throat
Sending shivers
Up my arm

You think I'm joking
That I'm only playing
But I don't think
That I would be able to stay
Once those
Three words
I distrust
Come tumbling through
The gaps between my fingers
That fit into yours
Perfectly

"I love you"
A tainted line
I don't want to
Hear it
From someone
As wonderful
As you