Predictable
I could say to you:
You are so beautiful to me.
Or something rather like,
You are the only one my eyes can see.
But to say such seems predictable,
True as they may be.
To really love, I would say,
Would be to think of something unimagineable,
But I read poetry every day of people who love one another
That sounds like complete babble.
Now, I could end this poem and say I love you
In a way that is not fictional
And my love would never stray,
But, would tht not be predictable?
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