Love And Deeds Poem by PHUMLA KHANYILE

What is love without deeds
If not a word without action
A declaration without weight
Confession that lacks sincerity

Can a river be called a river
When its waters lie still
Or its bed is bare and dry
Without a flow of streams

What is love without deeds
If not an engagement doomed
A fire that lost its spark
Dying slowly with every passing hour

Like a seed that lacks a caring hand
Thrown to grow lonely in wild lands
So is the death of a love not nurtured
It slowly let go of its glow

Don't you know that love
Grows leaps and bounds
When inflated with deeds
Expanded by good gesture

Put a little yeast on love
Let it grow a little in size
Lest it deflates and wanes
Naked, without its cloak of honour

Remember love is a doing word
Of emotions deeply felt
Lived and written in deeds
Lest its just an empty word!