the threads in her head

Today, I'll tell you I love you.
Please accept these words I'm offering to you,
Bottle them up.
Nurture them with your own glow of love, and perhaps,
It might result in gentle but fascinating blooms
Shades of iridescent rainbows, the glow of a hundred prismatic hues.
Take it, these words.
You see, you might never hear them again.
So take it, and bottle them.
One day they might be dusty, and you could take them down and reflect.
Shatter them if you feel bitter.
But it would be something, something you can vent your feelings on.
Be they anger or regret. Nostalgia or perhaps even
Joy - if it was joy those bottles would the be bright and a-sparkling.
They would be beautiful.