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I love you
I never understood love’s vast frontier
Until I no longer could feel you near
Until you no longer were here to hear
Until I hungered to have you appear
And to hear your voice so crystal clear
And feel your breath whisper in my ear

I love you. 
Three words masquerading as the universe
That could not hold you
Three words encompassing a world of emotion
Meaningless without you
Three words negated by the reality of your passing,
In my sorrow stripped of significance

I love you. 
As if my love legitimized your life
As if my words intensified your illumination
As if there was value in my validation
Or you needed my adoration
As if my devotion ever met your expectation
Or the mere expression could excuse my inaction
As if, as if you could still hear me mention

I Love you. Seems self-centered to me now.
I was always so focused on what I preferred. 
I paid little attention to what you deserved 

If I said “I love you” once
I said it a thousand times or more
I said it without comprehension or meaning
I said it without thought or feeling

I love you. 
Did I say it enough?
How could I know when enough was enough?
How much would suffice to substantiate love,
Does an absolute number exist to speak of?
Can a count quantify my desire for your touch?
I didn’t quite grasp until now just how much 

I love you
I didn’t perceive your profound love for me
Or how much your love was a part of my being
Until it was torn from me leaving me broken
Until I no longer could hear the words spoken

I love you. 
Can my present love reach past tense?
Does loving the emotional person make any sense?

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