Love

So much can be said about it,
and anybody it can be said to,
hearin it at the right time,
can fill you up like someone fed you,
you might buy a card to confess it,
flowers to express it,
because of it people have even died,
some have been arrested,
wonderful pictures have been painted ,
from marriage and commitment,
but also because of it two people hate each other,
and towards one another hold resentment,
it means so much to someone,
nothing at all to someone else,
like a book in a library,
among many other books on one shelf,
i've been on both sides,
said it and had it said to me,
but only meant it with one person,
and at times express it fully,
and i 've come to understand,
feelings also age with passing days,
if not celebrated like birthdays,
they are forgotten like unmarked graves,
don't mistake it with mother and father,
sister and brother,aunts uncles or cousins,
realize its different with the opposite sex between one another,
its really a beautiful thing,
if u ever find out you mean it,
to some its like a u.f.o,
they've heard about it but never seen it,
but you'll know when you find him or her,
cause no matter who your with,in the back of your mind,
its that person you would prefer,