The Love We Know Poem by Enoch Eniola

A word we think we all know and think we share
A word we want that Makes act like we Care
love a word that foreruns change
In which uttered in silence nothing remains the same

love a word that follows behind nothing but trust
A word Similiar But doesn't last long enough Lust
love a game for fools to Play
love a word we care to say

love another Word for trade
A maket allowed to trade on Pain
A market Exchange of different rate
Which the highest bidder goes home with
Nothing but hate.