I love you…

For every pining lover aping the phrase,

every boy groping toward manhood,

every star-struck teen in an idol haze,

the reliable slogan will serve the good.


For any in search of a hearty reply,

an ‘and you too’ or polite salutation,

even a lonely cry which beckons nigh,

three words will draw the ovation.


Once a vulnerable, humble locution,

she’s pirated and plundered for spoil,

this once hearty exclaim suffers dilution,

at the hands of manipulative toil.


Once right, though often gainsaid,

not nor never perfect or immune,

this malleable slogan careens ahead

toward affections awaiting its croon.