I feel like the phrase "I Love You" means less and less everyday. Nobody really knows what it means anymore. Nobody understands all of the implications that linger behind that three word, eight lettered phrase. And I'm not saying I do understand them all. I just know that those words aren't something to be tossed around with no regard.
This is a shorter poem than what I usually write, and it is not an adaptation. This one is completely new and the first time it is appearing in my gallery is with this typographic background. I titled it "Between The Pages" because that is where I found the inspiration for this - between the pages of a dictionary.
The font that I used is called "Times New Yorker", which is basically a grunge "Times New Roman". Genius.
Background image(s): Google Images.