There is something charmingly quaint about this poem. A certain essence about it that makes you want to appreciate the power of those three words. I also have an urge to express the words myself and savor them as they become vocalized like I would a fine cut of filet mignon.
And certainly, while it’s one thing to be able to say those words to someone else or to nobody at all, it’s quite another thing to hear them back at you. I honestly can’t can’t think of anything else that feels quite like that.