Little

by Eric Y. Theriault

The world too large,
or I too little.
And seems as if everyone's so very far,
but really it is you I think of,
every night and day,
and I can hardly explain,
how I feel towards you;
Suddenly the words 'I Love You',
only explains so very little,
as I feel so very much more for you;
so very much more for you.
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