Three words are of little meaning in the grand scheme of things
Yet somehow, they mean so much to me
And here I am, about to say them to you

Of no grace or benevolence are these three words I shall utter
For they are a selfish desire,
Vain and vulgar

But I cannot keep quiet any longer
To do so would be to endure true misery that an honorable man might
However, I am nothing if not dishonorable

These three words that only lead to pain and suffering,
These three words that will be nothing but a defamation, I shall utter now:

I love you