Too much rests on 'I love you.'
We pile on the three-word shelf
Encyclopedias of happiness,
Manuals for self-fulfillment,
Novels that tell us
Where the meaning of life lies.
But three words can't encompass what we feel
Better than a 417 word song.
The unexpected smile that creeps up
When you look up and they're still there.
A longer embrace.
Confessing
That you bought them a toothbrush.