Eight Letters
Eight Letters,
Put together to form three words,
All equaling something confounding.
This thing that is showing itself in the depths of my soul,
I have never seen before,
But is easily recognized.
It's talked about flippantly,
Thrown around uselessly,
And found rarely.
All I do is look inward,
Unscramble the letters,
And I know what I have found.
I'm so scared to admit it,
Though everyone, including you,
Can see it.
These unscrambled letters,
I have no choice but to acknowledge them,
And, honestly, I want to.
ILOVEYOU
Copyright © Andrew Myers | Year Posted 2010
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