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LOVE THE CLICHE

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After uttering
So many times
I love you
And saying it
All over again
Again and again
The same refrain,
Day after day;
Words fade away
They soon decay
And shed
Their meaning
Like autumn leaves.
Like rain in the eaves.

Still it never turns
Wholly bereft
Of all feeling.
Of all meaning.
The oft repeated
Cliched phrase
I love you
Is etched
On the walls
Of my heart
In fonts of fire.

I project them
Depict them
Rather than
Repeat them
And yet, you get
The message.
You perceive it.

Love’s strange
Hieroglyphics
Is indecipherable
Indistinguishable
Is perishable
To all those
Who don’t know
What it means
To care
To adore
To cherish

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