What is Love?

I can spell the word as you will see,
It starts with L and ends with O V E.
Only four letters does it take,
Yet the word love is so often fake.

I've learned not to trust it profound sound,
As it rolls off of lips, this four letter noun.
For you see word's can be given so easily,
Then quickly disappear faster than one, two, three.

The four letter word not meant to be obscene,
drives me to tears as I shudder and scream.
Why do they say what they don't mean,
then disappear leaving me  without self-esteem.

But the time has come for the light to shine,
Darkness has left me, I've seen the sign.
It's not the word love that's so divine,
It's the actions of the giver, that's on my mind.

Such a fool was I that I could not see,
That the word love, dwells in mediocrity.
It's the act of kindness and a giving of heart,
That have giving me hope of a brand new start.

From this day forward it's the actions I'll seek,
Not the overused word love, from a verbal geek.
For now I know love is something we give,
Not from our mouths, but from how we live.

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