There is I love you,
madly, passionately,
and you're the
only one.
And then there's
I love you,
you're my daughter
or my son.
Sometimes, I love you
is said in kind support.
Other times I love you
is said in jest, as sport.
Love changes with the gradient,
the incline of the slope,
love changes in a person's heart
from sublime to knotted rope.
You say that you love me still,
but I don't know what it means.
Our love of fiery passion has
mellowed and grown lean.
On love's gentle gradient
I don't know where we stand.
Over our love light radiant
darkness has command.
Maybe your I love you
means a slow goodbye.
Or I love you as a friend now,
and that's all I can supply.
My prayer is for I love you
as only you could say,
and if I find that love again
it will never get away.
© Francisco G. Rodriquez, 2012
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