Love – Written

How many ways can love exist?
Quantify unquantifiable? Depth,
Vehemence of “I love you”
Burn through souls.
Different implications,
Three little words.
Strip us down To terror,
What of love in the middle?
Appreciation, devotion, friendship.
Far too many afraid to speak,
Too ashamed to acknowledge,
Afraid of what could be,
Of what could end,
I can’t do it.
I love you.
For every reason
And for no reason.
Why can’t you say it back?
Forget the dangers.
Regret is a far worse punishment than fallout.

© Sarah Doughty

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