A FRESH “I LOVE YOU”
She raised her voice with cutting tone and mocked him yet again.
And he replied, “I love you”.
She spat her outrage in his face and dredged up all her pain.
He replied, “I love you”.
Squarely onto him she dumped all blame.
He swallowed and replied, “I love you”.
She catalogued his failure and his shame.
He said, “I love you”.
She conjured up catastrophes yet to break.
He told her yet, “I love you”.
She told him others better men would make.
His voice cracked as he said, “I love you”.
She taunted him with threats he knew were sure.
Shaken he said, “I love you”.
She stabbed by saying she loved another more.
He paused and said, “I love you”.
She swore to him she had betrayed his trust.
When he looked up he said, “I love you”.
She detailed how she’d given in to lust.
With tears he said, “I love you”.
“Must you keep repeating that old line?”
“Tis not old, but freshly used each time.
As every challenge tests my heart and hand,
I choose each time to take a fresh new stand.”
“Rejection, cursing, wound, things false or true,
Are hurdles that stand between us two.
And whether peace or pain is what you’re due,
Each time I recommit that I LOVE YOU.”
EACH TIME IT’S FRESH. EACH TIME IT’S NEW,
EACH TIME THAT I SAY, “I LOVE YOU”.
© Chris Field. November 19, 1999