Three Little Words
Afraid to say it.
Afraid you won't say it back
or worse yet
it becomes an obligation.
I'll mean it when I say it,
but I won't say it just yet.
A week and a half of the most intense love affair.
A week and a half of sunsets and kisses and caramels.
No matter how sweet this is,
I won't say it just yet.
December 3, 2015
prompt: love poem
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