Those Three Words

Those three words,
that show a feeling
has endured
beyond believing,
that put ends
to arguments,
that suspend
all discontent,
show I’ve grasped
the thing I sought at
times now past.
And if I thought that
I was wrong,
my inkling broken,
how I’d long
to hear them spoken
stating it
was meant to be,
as if writ
by destiny,
as if not
just something random:
“Quod”, “Erat”
and “Demonstrandum”