Listening to every heart
And If We Said The Words Too Much...
It’s been pointed out by many loving hearts
that three little words, and people won’t part;
but perhaps sometimes, it’s said too much,
and a strangling comes from love’s touch.
I say “I love you” to dear friends,
sometimes it comes back to me then;
I say “I love you” to my kids dear,
even “adopted” a few, and keep them near.
But can the words be ever less
than what we wish and want to express?
For when “I love you” has turned to hate,
how then best can we relate?
Then to press on when “I love you” is said
and ask the question “why?” instead,
and have handed you a “just because,”
is it enough, or do you stop and take pause?
Sometimes we cannot go back
and take away a loved one’s pain
when they were loved well once before,
prior to when the wickedness came.
When evil tore a loving world asunder
causing slippage, painful blunder,
When “I love you” was said too late,
can anyone here imagine, even relate?
Then to start a life all over again, at 20
or 30 or 40 or even aged more,
when “I love you” was heard cracking
with the sound of the slamming door.
Cautiously, slowly, we come back to life
perhaps a new husband, or a new wife,
tenderly we open our hearts again,
and love once ripped, starts to mend.
But scars are forever, makeup cannot hide
the painful memories locked deep inside.
So in a new relationship well kept hidden
are the real “I love you’s,” safe till bidden.
So can “I love you” be said too much?
Or is there in it a healing touch?
Can three words take away the pain?
Well, I’m not sure yet, so I’ll say them again.
22 October 1999
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow