Another old poem I wrote

You, I love

“You, I love”
is difficult for me to say
seeming to draw its very strength
from my knees and out of my legs.

“Maite zaitut”
my guard always up to keep
from being hurt or feelings used
against me by others.

“Te quiero” is weak
compared to what I feel, which
starts with “Te amo” and keeps on going
like a boulder rolling down
a hill, bouncing and bounding
gaining speed and crushing all
in its path.

“T’estimo”
“Te iubesc” blurted out
in a whirlwind of emotion
sucking the life from me,
invigorating me at the same time
leaving me dazed.

“Ek is lief vir jou” I want to shout
for all the world to hear
yet when I do still nobody
knows because I only shouted
from the mountain of my mind
and it echoes throughout my body
leaving everyone else out.

“Quero-te,” “Je t’ aime,” “Ti amo”
“Ich liebe dich,” “Jeg elsker De”
“Ik hou van u” how I wish I could say
such a simple sentence and convey
all my feelings for you, to you
and have you know,

“I love you.”