In constancy,
It loses its meaning
Infrequency is never enough
Language in itself is a futile representation
A child’s drawing of a Rembrandt masterpiece

It is something to embody
Every gesture, every glance
Every smile, every touch
My dreams, my passions
My jokes, my vulnerabilities
My dullest conversations
All of me
Becomes the expression of my truth

Ephemeral, eternal
For now, for always
I’ll say it once, and live it forever
“I love you”