#ruleofthree
Fif-ty-steps, it only takes three syllables for me to see you.
Breath, it only takes three muffled breaths to prepare myself as I look at you.
Beats, it only takes three fast beats for me to know how much I longed for you.
Three years, that it took me to realize what I feel for you.
I-don’t-know
I-don’t-know
But it only takes three words for me to say I-like-you.
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC
Love is a complex thread,
spun through what’s felt and what’s said.
Compromise is the key,
bound in the rule of three—
take care where your spirit is led.
Heed every quiet warning,
not all light belongs to the morning.
Just smile and wait,
time will reveal your fate—
not all beginnings mean forming.
Flirting awakens the flame,
calling your soul by name.
But patience must guide
what grows deep inside—
or love becomes something untamed.
Touch arrives sudden and near,
whispering everything you fear.
A hand against skin,
pulling you in—
desire made painfully clear.
Time bends the shape of truth,
soft lies disguised as youth.
Dreams take their flight,
then fade out of sight—
leaving behind only proof.
Love is a force, not a game,
not every heart burns the same.
Remember the three—
what you give will return to thee—
or you’ll carry the weight of its flame.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 11:12 AM UTC