i love you.. lets see how can I say those words.. without saying them directly to you.. love.. i deff. cant say that word,, not now not to you. so lets rearrange the o-v-e, and say vole.... vole I can say to you,. cause vole is what i do.. love is such a crazy word so i choose to vole you! You.. no other but you.. imma see this one thru.. Ouy,,, cause thats the secret sound my heart makes.. when in my vision.. of sight. becomes molested by the art that is you.. Ouy,, ouy..ouy.. man.. i got ouy on my mind. I theres no other way to refrence me.. but I think for this purpose imma refrence I.. as she.. she being my heart.. who feels you and flutters.. my mouth opens and.. i stutter.. because she.. vole.. ouy.. So heres what Ive been trying to say.,. in a very special way.. without making me too nervous.. She Vole Ouy! with the she being I, Vole being .. love. Ouy.. being you.. surely you can understand when you make a woman create antother language, so that she may tell you.. how she feels on the real.. without you making it a big deal.. that this poem.. must be true! I love you. "She Vole Ouy..."