Love as a misunderstanding.
There are many words we can say but not mean.
There are many more days that we can waste not saying the right thing.
There are even more days that we can suffer when we lose a loved one.
Love should be unconditional.... so use it wisely.
A misunderstanding could damage the most perfect of hearts.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world