The story of the word

I love you
Wait, who said that?
What does that mean?
I love you? What did I heard, or felt, or seen?

I love you,
Are those just some words?
That you can take into a park,
And throw it at some birds?

I love you
What is the price?
Because love is a verb,
And it probably would be nice.

But you speak it and don't show,
You yell it, but do you even know?
Do you even think about
What you say in your glamorous shout?

I love you!
I already heard you
But I don't believe you.
How can I believe you?

The ones who don't understand what love is,
Are the ones who actually feel it.
Are the ones who certainly want it.

But they are too young! They are too naive!
Say all the adults, and the adulterers
That don't know what it actually means.

And then comes the poets with their beautiful sight
And all the roses and the flames
and the mirrors and the knifes.

And they cut it open and look inside
And the people of the world wait for them to tell!
And they open their mouths and spill it out
Leaving a blood trail on the ground...

I LOVE YOU! They say
And everybody else follows their way!
Everybody feels and casts away
All the beautiful words they all have to say!

I LOVE YOU!
But what is this? People are saying it
Just to get a kiss?
But what did they think when the words got away?

Did they even think when the words got away?

Do they even realize love is a verb?
That you have to feel it, and not speak it
I order to be heard?

So how can I believe you?
How can I believe when you say
I love you,
When all I can hear are words
coming from your mouth?