“Give her my love,” you said.
But why should I?
Why don’t you do it yourself?
And what if I don’t?
Perhaps I will do it less sincerely than you would have,
Is it the visceral love that cannot bear separation,
The careless love of complacency,
Or a tender love that endures all?
Is this a love that you would entrust to another
Or a precious love
An unique love
That only you can know?
Maybe you should make time
To let her know that you
Unquestionably, unconditionally and unreservedly
Love her? And you always will.
Maybe we all should.
“Ok then, I will”