I'm calling it 'I love you.', for lack of a better name. I was listening
to Vacuum Bag by Stroke 9 at the time, I think it had some effect on the
poems outcome, just incase it doesn't rhyme to you like it does to me.

" I love you. "

I love you..

I'll tell you a secret,
no.. it's been confessed,
nonetheless..

I love you,
I don't feel I can tell you enough,
perhaps I'll say it again..

I LOVE YOU.

Hear my words,
they mean as much now as before,
significance equal to my world.

I'll put it all on the line,
ask it of me and I'll prove it so,
e pluribus unum.

To say it again would be overkill,
but I could die if I don't tell you,
perhaps I'll say it again..

I LOVE YOU.

I think it means more now,
I've been thinking on it longer
and I could never change my mind.

I can't sustain this,
my attachments have grown thin,
to all but you.

Here's the World,
she'll chant it for me.
But perhaps I'll say it again..

I LOVE YOU.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Daedalan, in the year 394 AF.