Don't over use them or forget their worth I know it's only three small words But spoken loud for all to hear As a train leaves you shed a tear Spoken softly by your child at night Fills your body with warmth inside Slow and cold at the end of the affair Like hearing a shot ring through the air Yet said by many as false platitude Whilst kissing cheeks is over used What is missed is not the words For the feeling simply can't be heard So as I kiss your cheek whilst you gently sleep Or hold your hand whilst you weep Or make you smile at a silly joke Knowing only you have understood That is love in all its parts Not just I love you said out loud If used to much it losses weight The words are lost and have no place
For my friend Anja Lindtner a rather good writter, observational columnist and mother.