And so

the pretty blond boy

sits by himself

one flower in his hand

thousand times

'I love you'

she had said

oh yes

a thousand times I love you

but he said nothing

too broken

too fragile

to say

'more than a thousand times I love you'

I love you

so the pretty blond boy sits by himself

so many 'I love you's

so many empty meanings

one flower in his hand

you just have to say it once to mean it

I love you