Eight little letters,
Form three little words,
That carry such magic,
Whenever they're heard.

The the first one is "I",
And the last letter "u".
With "love" in the middle,
Provided it's true.

"I", what a pity-
My worst enemy...
I see in the mirror,
I find to be me.

"U" are the answer-
To all that I need.
To solve the equation,
Make romance indeed.

The four little letters-
Found in the midst...
Some time they are crooned,
Yet often are hissed...

L-O-V-E,
And all things are great,
But H-A-T-E,
Sadly spells hate.

Be careful in speaking,
Those three little words-
Especially in anger...
Don't let them be heard.