There is only, so much time, in the world,
for granted, one should, definitely not.
May seem, that there, is all, the time, in the world,
but, in reality,of time, there is, not a lot.

The person, of whom, you known, all your life,
you assume, will always, be around.
Believing the person, you know, knows how you feel,
and of those words, don't need, to hear, the sound.

Having the fear, of those, three words,
bringing forth, a hesitation, for some, to actually say.
Excuse after excuse, is then given,
prolonging the statement, with their, very own delay. 

Then all of sudden, the inevitable comes,
when death comes, before it's too late.
To say, those actual, three words, to whom, you know,
becoming a victim, of a undeniable fate.

So, beware, because, time is, of the essences,
of the end, we don't have, a clue.
Therefore, for the sake, of whom, you love,
never wait, to say, I love you.