DB…I sense a not so subtle message being conveyed to someone who may have been very special in this amazing poem. The three little words are probably not I Like It as a vote here on Triond, but are most certainly I Love You. The feeling and assurance of love can be conveyed in so many more sincere methods, gestures and phrases than three little words. Love is something that must be babied, nurtured and matured…there will be hills and valleys, highs and lows. The true test of the meaning of those three little words is whether their true meaning, spoken or unspoken, is able to weather the rough spots of the low valleys. Failure to survive the lows is perhaps the real test and cause of the biggest wound of all…but if the journey was meant to be it will be and if not then the love of which was spoken definitely becomes a different token. And regardless of where the chips may fall, I doubt if you will ever be forgotten. This looks to be a bitof an accusatory post-mortem of a relationship that seems to have run off the rails…hopefully you can salvage it. In the meantime, I used three little words I Like It in reference to voting for this poem…Thanks for sharing your tender thoughts and fragile feelings in this one…Take care

DB…I voted and submitted my feedback comments but they comments seem to have disappeared, so I will re-submit them…if you get two copies I guess you could say my comments are just being re-enforced!!! Thanks…

DB…I sense a not so subtle message being conveyed to someone who may have been very special in this amazing poem. The three little words are probably not I Like It as a vote here on Triond, but are most certainly I Love You. The feeling and assurance of love can be conveyed in so many more sincere methods, gestures and phrases than three little words. Love is something that must be babied, nurtured and matured…there will be hills and valleys, highs and lows. The true test of the meaning of those three little words is whether their true meaning, spoken or unspoken, is able to weather the rough spots of the low valleys. Failure to survive the lows is perhaps the real test and cause of the biggest wound of all…but if the journey was meant to be it will be and if not then the love of which was spoken definitely becomes a different token. And regardless of where the chips may fall, I doubt if you will ever be forgotten. This looks to be a bitof an accusatory post-mortem of a relationship that seems to have run off the rails…hopefully you can salvage it. In the meantime, I used three little words I Like It in reference to voting for this poem…Thanks for sharing your tender thoughts and fragile feelings in this one…Take care

DB…have posted comments here on two occasions…this is the third one…Triond must be banning my comments because they are no where to be found…

nice , thanks for sharing.