The Words We Use

The words we use

They’re so overused

I worry we’ll get used to them

Like how we’re used 

To the way our hands find each other

In the darkness of the night

And how your face lights up

With the glow of the moon

When it finally finds mine

Or how we’re used 

To hearing those three little words

Have they lost their meaning

For you certainly haven’t 

Lost me

I love you

I miss you

I can’t wait to hold you — 

When I say them

I mean them

No matter how many times

I repeat them

But the words we use

They’re so overused

I worry we’ll get used to them

So don’t get used to my love

My love

Instead,

Embrace me 

Like it might be the last time

Kiss me 

Like you don’t know if we’ll ever meet again

Love me

Like you’ve never loved before

And promise me 

You’ll never let me go.