It's common to think
As we go through the year
About the meaning of love
And those we hold dear
Each person is unique
In their expression of love
Convinced that they're clear
In conveying thereof.
Some are content
To use verbal fluff
But quickly find
Words are not enough.
Some try to show
With actions alone
Yet without words
Intentions, unknown
Some are foolish,
Verbalize no hate
Actions however,
Often berate
In the name of love
many do toil
But their actions are hate
Deceive and embroil
How does it look
At the end of the day,
When words mean this
But your actions that say?
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
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