Love is Rare
By Kira Viveiros
Love.
I don’t go a day without hearing the word
The word spoken or read
I think this is the least rarest word I know
Do we mean it?
We can love someone and decide we don't.
We can hate something and decide we love
What a gift it is
To decide and to not
Is love a Decision?
Do we decide what we love?
Can we help it?
I know i have loved
More than once and more than i can count
But I have only meant the word a hand full of times
Honesty comes bare when you love
We don't fear, we feel honest
Love is greater than the meaning we have given.
It's rare to mean it.
About the Creator
Kira Viveiros
my grandfather told me growing up that everything has a story. Every building, person to a grain of sand. I have been writing ever since.
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