Sometimes I feel so full of l o v e, 

I need to express it or it will burst. 

Suppress it and feel it hurt;

wait for months,

for that one 

                                 little 

                                                            word.

I understand, 

you’re not use to being  l o v e d,

 this way.

That  l o v e  was something 

that never felt safe.

But one person can’t do all the expressing;

It grows tiring,

being the salad and the dressing.

I need a 50-50 partner,

not something less than.

And I don’t mean morality,

looks or sexual attraction. 

Show me you know me, 

just by checking-in

about my day.

Show me you  l o v e  me, 

even if the word

 you cannot bare to say.

Show me you l o v e me

by understanding

all the parts. 

Engineer the pieces, 

missing

from your past.

Don’t do it for me, 

but moreso 

for you.

So the people 

you keep,

don’t feel as lonely 

as I do.

See,

l o v e  cannot just be felt, 

it must be seen and heard. 

L o v e  is so much more

 than 4 letters,

one word.