I Love You.

by DisturbedDisorder

  • Poetry
  • Lyrical

Published December 10, 2010

Often I wonder,
Why is “I love you” so hard to say?
Why do we want to hide
And keep all of our feelings locked away?

When three simple words
Could change or save a life,
It could stop all hate,
And put an end to any strife.

And so read this again and again,
Until you know it to be true,
That you are a great person,
And I love you.

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Crimsona
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Crimsona wrote a review Review · Dec 11, 2010

Often I wonder,
Why is “I love you” so hard to say? Brilliant question
Why do we want to hide Another fantastic unanswered question
And keep all of our feelings locked away?
I loved this, love love loved it. Fantastic bit of writing there.

When these three simple words maybe add this so it flows better with the line underneath?
Could change or save a life, I'm not keen on this line, but I can't think of a way that it could flow better, maybe take out change, or save?
They could stop all hate, 'They' seemed to fit a little better
And put an end to any strife. Lovely line. :)


And so read this again and again and again, maybe another 'again' to add impact?
Until you know it to be true, Love this
That you are a great person,
And that I love you.


Aww this is a sweet poem. Deep meanings too and a lovely, LOVELY idea. Those were just a few of my nit picks, any questions about them just send me a message. Keep writing this stuff!

~Crim

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Justagirl
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Justagirl wrote a review Review · Dec 10, 2010

Why is “I love you” so hard to say?
That's a good question...

When three simple words
Could change or save a life,
It could stop all hate,
And put an end to any strife.

I love this stanza <3

I like this poem. It's really nice and feels pretty deep (I love deep poems). It seems you've found your potential and put it to good use. :wink:


Keep writing!
Alzora



The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein