I cannot tell you that I love you. Original poem 2025 I cannot tell you that I love you, in grand sonnets, hymns or epitaphs. I can only show you with my living hands, in countless simple human ways. I can carry the heavy produce bags, up the hill from the market. Fill the kitchen cupboards with all your favourite things, and cook you dinners like your grandmother used to. I can check your engine light, change your oil and wipe down your windows. Rotate your tires, and install a new radio so we may fight over the station and bell out classic 80s rock. I can clear the weeds from your garden, chop every onion and peel all your fruits. Clean your gutters, reseal your shower, and lay flower stickers on each tile of your house. I can walk the dog at 6 am, and let you sleep till noon, then have an espresso for you at the ready. I can build you bookshelves, paint your walls, and drive you to the station. I can help you fill your tax forms, and save you the last slice of every cake, pie and pastry. I can welcome you with open arms, even when we're angry, and promise you the world as we hang on to each other. I can give you a life time, if not eternity, and spread my soul for you in every corner of our home. I cannot tell you that I love you, in grand gifts, plans or proclamations. But I want to show you, now and always, in all simple human ways.

I cannot tell you that I love you. 🖤 #originalpoem 2025

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