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(To original melody)
Though it often seems too trite, whispered in the night
under starlight beaming bright.
I’ll say right then.
“I love you.”

Yet it can’t be thought as wrong, repeating in this song
what won’t take me very long.
To say again
“I love you.”

Clichéd phrase –
delivered through the ages
written down on pages
by dead poets in dull rhymes.
Yet always –
lovers vow and swear it
and never tire to hear it
said to them a million times.

So I’ll look into your eyes, and crystallize the words
boldly written on my heart.
At that moment of pure bliss, as our lips strain to a kiss
when you’ll know they’re really true.
As I plagiarise again the well-worn words
“I love you.”

© 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved

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