flattened
leveled
stampeded
by excessive use
my tongue
seems fatigued
by it....
vellum histories
a mortuary of dusty books
tells of passions
today we
doom it with
valentine gloss
perfuming with
pay pal bloom
how do i say it?
exiting every earnest cell
in you
do i inject it into your eyes?
scan it into your brain?
or pray it into your soul?
uttering without any
contrivance
i love you
reviving its decline
please say it again
Martin Lochner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/begging-the-cliche-of-i-love-you/
