I shan't write I love you in a circle.
Nor shall I write it in a square.
However; I could sing I love you in a triangle, a jingling  of tinkling percussion of passion, in a silver dress.
I could bang all of my love for you upon a kettle drum, then you could make me tea.
I could stroke your love as a butterfly, so destined, not to be.
Before my life extinguished, burned out by midday sun.
Stunning love empowered, caught on the wings of dragon flies, tripping delicate through those staccato summer skies.
I love you, but I don't know why.
(c) Livvi