Three words I found in bloom, three words carved into stone, three words wander through the world, they ring when love begins. Three words, a storm in the dictionary, an unusual baritone. Life, a page in the diary, an unfinished lexicon. Three words, just three words. I love you! I love you! They sound in the heart again and again. I love you! I love you! A river of time without banks gathers pebbles of wisdom. Words, in the furrow of dreams, germinate in the garden of the future. Three words I write to you, from so many words, they flow quietly, right to us. Your embrace, the fertile soil of dreams, there I root the words: I love you! Three words, just three words. I love you! I love you! They sound in the heart again and again. I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!
