I Love You

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A little poem inspired by Frank Sinatra’s “Somethin’ Stupid.”

 

I Love You

Long nights always linger
I can never place a finger
on why I’m feeling so blue
my mornings devoid of grin
because they can never begin
until I hear from a certain you
my life’s a terrible blunder
and I can’t help but wonder
if you share my passions too
would I lose your attention
if I whisper words of affection
as silly as I love you
I love you

♥♥♥♥♥

My minutes need reversing
every time I’m conversing
with a dream come true
without you my life’s tragic
cause you provide the magic
that makes me feel so new
my happiness I measure
by your every word I treasure
you have me stuck like glue
would I spoil this feeling
if I whisper words revealing
as stupid as I love you
I love you

 

Photo taken from Google Images.

214 thoughts on “I Love You”

  3. Ah, catch me, please — I’m swooning! Absolutely charming words, and saying “I love you” is never stupid unless, of course, you’ve fallen for a nun (unless she’s a sexy nun, of course). xo

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    1. Aw, no you didn’t say that. It is a cute song sung by Ole Blue Eyes & daughter Nancy. Perhaps there are moments where “I love you” is something stupid to say. But on most occasions, there is nothing more beautiful to hear.

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      1. I’ve heard those words. I just didn’t believe them…and after Loser….I dare say I would still never believe them. You know….I don’t even believe it when my children say it. You don’t treat somebody like shit if you truly “love them.”
        I could say “wanna bet” but I had a $10,000.00 bet with my RBS and she lost. Hmmmm. I never got that check.

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        1. Everyone deserves that, Meg. Doesn’t matter what lifestyle they chose. Love respect, equality. And I’m not talking about tolerance crap. Acceptance is what is needed. I certainly hold out the hope that the day will come. Seriously, it does get a little confusing for me, so stopping to think about it, I can’t even begin to imagine how difficult it is for the LGBT community. My daughter was actually educating me on Saturday about LGBT and it’s “branches.” You know I’m not a hurtful person, but I get confused. What I do believe is everyone has the right to live their life and pursue their own happiness. Remember, you know you have a devoted friend here.

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    1. Thank you Sandra. Honestly, I thought it was nothing more than cute. I had fun writing it. Wasn’t even going to post it, but I said what the heck. If you want to know which are my sappy days, go to a calendar and date that ends with the word “day.” Well those are my sappy days. Thanks for reading.

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      1. Me too. All sappy all the time.

        I think we’ve talked about this before — ending up with a piece we aren’t sure we even want to post… But when we do, the reaction is surprisingly positive. That’s happened to me quite a few times. And it’s kind of awesome. 🙂

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  17. A very beautiful poem you have written. There is nothing stupid about saying the words “I Love You”. And love Frank Sinatra. I follow his daughter Nancy on Twitter and she follows me. She is a very nice person.

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    1. Smiling. Thank you for saying that. I see your taste in music is as eclectic as mine, perhaps more so. And the only time saying those three little words can be stupid is if they are uttered by an idiot stalker, other than that, I think they are three beautiful words when strung together. I didn’t think famous people like that followed back. That is sweet.

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        1. Yeah, I am well now. Not the least bit surprised you are followed by famous people. I will keep that in mind in case I need to use your connections to get my screenplays noticed. lol If I’m ever famous (yeah I feel like dreaming today) I would banter as well. I have zero respect for people who let things go to their head.

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  26. Because I’m a woman
    I love your sweet words
    Although is inhuman
    For me to cross swords

    I love to be conquered
    I love to be loved
    But instead of swords
    You can do it with words.

    by a Monica who lived in an ancient time 🙂

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      1. My son loves Frank Sinatra. I heard him sing as a child but have never taken the time to delve into his music. As a little girl, I was in love with Perry Como. I love that era, the rat pack, the sophistication so different from now. I love all kinds of music too. I love Roy Orbison, Hank Williams, Handels Messiah, Muddy Waters, Janice Joplin, jazz, reggae, cumbia, I don’t know where to stop of course, Johnny Cash…I always have a song running through my head and no matter what someone says, it usually triggers an accompanying tune. After all that blather, your poem captured the smooth sophistication of that era that Frank Sinatra and other singers of that time created. I wish they’d come back!:0)

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  36. Love makes us truly do, say and act in the most goofy ways. This didn’t sound as silly as some but the playfulness and the insecurity rang “True.” Very nicely expressed and the mornings until you hear back from someone can be interminable!

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    1. Smiling. First, thanks for stopping by to read. There are days I feel mushy and write silly love poems. You were the only person who commented on it, but it is an awful feeling waiting to hear from someone special. I suffer from that all the time. Thanks

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