Somehow I must tell youa truth thatburns in my soul.SomehowI must show youthe most privatepart of me.SomehowI need to give youthe last piece of me that I’ve held sacred.SomehowI need to let you knowthe words that catch in my throatwhen we make love.SomehowI have to make you hear mewhen I finally get the courageto say “I Love You.”
.....and love is one of those words that has so many interpretations.Some people just say it and don't know what they mean...I used to say it all the time....now I save it for special occasions.well written..