Psalms for Sunday, LXXVII



Alone, I go about my day, cooking and cleaning and singing softly to The One I Love, "I love you, I love you, I love you."

Suddenly I hear I'm not alone and a deep, melodious voice joins me singing, "I love you, I love you, I love you."

I stop singing and the words keep going, "I love you, I love you, I love you."

The words go to the depths of my soul and I'm held by the sound of your voice and the love you have for me, "I love you, I love you, I love you." 

There's nothing more beyond this truth, "I love you, I love you, I love you."

I return the words and sing louder, stronger, "I love you, I love you, I love you."

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