Sonnet 3: The Words I’ve Heard

These words I've heard said many hundred times

By many people in a common tongue,

Yet it is without worth and without rhymes--

When they are spoken, they remain unsung.

If ever I have met someone with heart

Enough to give these words their proper tone,

From them and their soft song do I depart

Like death that rends the soul from bone

And leaves behind a stone in memory.

For them I walk throughout the Earth undead

Amongst the dead who speak too commonly

The empty words that ought to be unsaid:

For life is but a song that's hardly new,

But not the song that sings, "I love you, too.