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These three words,
Engraved on the tender walls of my heart,
Plastered by my mother's resounding words,
Son these three words gives you a heart.

I love you.

In ink indelible,
You show how much one means to you,
It may sound unbelievable,
But it sure does make one want to be with you too.

I am sorry.

Hardest to say, I've read in a story.
Loosen your tongue and spit it out,
They're a balm to your inflamed soul. Step down from your self glory.

Please may I.

Tell you what. With words like these you have a key to anyone's heart,
But only those that give an ear to listen