Misunderstood

He used to say
'Don't tell me you love me...show me'
She knows he meant well
But actions can often be misunderstood
And somewhere along the way
It became too hard to say
'I love you'

He used to say,
'don't bother with stuff,
Show me your love'
Thinking he was doing her a favor...
But somewhere along the way
something within her died...
No matter how hard she tried
She could never do enough
To say 'I love you'

Love is...
It is not something we 'do'
and yet it touches every act
if we are in love..
To love and to be in love
Not the same thing
She wonders sometimes
If it is possible
To be in love again...