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!
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