On the tip of my tongue it rest,

Laying in wait patiently

Eagerly waiting to spring forth 

through the cracks of my teeth

Into your ears.

On the tip of my tongue,

it lays dormant yet keen

Patient but spurred on by your 

every word and beautiful gesture

The swelling urge to break through my lips

Into your ears

Grows.

On the tip of my tongue

It grows restless

As time ticks by

The urge to convey the truth

Is compounded with every breath you take.

On the tip of my tongue

It grows violent

Wanting to be sent free, free to make passage

To your ears with sweet serenity

It bangs on my teeth,

Presses at my lips

Like a volatile animal fighting to be let loose.

On the tip of my tongue

It breaks free

Because I can't restrain it any longer

The words spring forth and take flight :

I love you.