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I can't say that I love you.
A word so confining,
meaningfull and meaningless.
There aren't any words that fit us, really,
transcending understanding like always.
So I shan't use any words
Instead, I will do as I always have.
Bring you flowers, bring you wine.
Do you favours, whatever you like.
We dine out and stay in,
argue, contemplate, laugh, muse.
Words shared between us need no meaning
because they only gain it once shared.
You know, now that I think about it,
there is one word that fits, your favourite.
I know it's too much, but I hope that it's your favourite
because it makes you think of us too.