They say love is an action word
A verb to show, more than a noun to say
Perhaps, I was born in that accord
To show love in plotted chord
To hint it in a pen,
To freeze it in a paper,
And to hide it from a lover.
I did love in an action word
But I guess I did it perfectly in an err way.
So all the ones that’s composed in music sheets and penned in tissue papers
Their scent and sound,
If not burried in secret
Just planted in a garden
My garden of pray’r.
They say love is an action word,
So in whispered prayer
I tugged the strings of Love
Until a poem or a song
A prayer short or long,
Will drag his feet to walk
The garden, where I and my Lord
Landscapped and talked.
