Love

They say we overuse it
Draping it over strangers
Handing it out like paper
Instead of cherishing it like gold

They say we don’t use it enough
Keeping it inside
Until the people are already gone
And can not return the words

They say if there were more of it
This would be a better place
There’d be no fighting
There’d be no starving
There’d be no hurt, no pain.

They say if only we’d use our eyes
And see who’s worthy of the words
Before wasting them away
On people who will only cause pain
If we gave it time
Took it slow
Allowed it to grow

I love you.