Those three words
Are an insurrection and a
Judgment upon their hypocrisy
Syllables and sounds of
A personal revolution
That I once thought
You could say too often
But now know
When looking at you
That I can’t say enough
Because in your eyes
They become
Life’s only best hope
The breath of the sun
And the smile of the
Moon and the stars
Upon us as we escape
Giggling hand in hand
Into eternity
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