This is for all the days

that you wake up feeling lesser.

This is for all the ways

that the order of the world has forced you to say "Yes, sir."

and feign a smile and take a bow.

For every time you have to clench your teeth

swallow your pride, crease your brow

this is the only thing I can leave you with.

For all the dull afternoons

and for all the lonesome nights.

For all your blue moons

and for all the lost fights.

This is my word to you

I give it along with my heart

Have it! its all yours, Mon chou!

carry it forever with you

even if some day we part.

And this is the word!

-the very word!

that was before all creation-

Before there was a such a thing as heavenly Lord!

It started as a naive infatuation

It waltzed with joy and tangoed with woe

It split in half and became two!

This word must be said

before life slips through the cracks; urgently

Just stay in my bed!

I'll say it gently:

And albeit a little overdue,

here it goes:

I love you.

Keep it close!