Is it too late for me to say I love you?
Or rather the hypercritical question
of it being too early. I am drawn to profess
how I feel about a combustion of feelings
that should be limited to say within a limited time frame.
Yet, love changes between the people who experience it.
So again, am I too late to say it?
We are people that experience aches
within our lives and are crushed by that moment.
Illuminating the moments yet to approach us.
God is love. So we love, love.
Within this small time frame, our actions speak of years.
God's time overrides the worlds,
bringing me to say that his time is worth the wait.
If the moment never crosses us,
I will take the honor of telling you now.
I love you.
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