Sweet as honey they are from your taste buds to my tympanic membrane.
The spring of speech sprung and the flower-like words blossomed,
Out of the garden of your mouth, I heard you saying ‘I love you’, my lover.
Like a drummer, you beat my eardrums and create a rhythm,
I dance to at a centre of the universe.
My heart skipped a bit for your words are a soothing balm in a scorching sun,
The sand we sat on was fantastically readable.
Like the three poeticised words ‘I love you’.