What is this thing we cannot say?

It’s something felt every day

We share with others and in return we get

When giving too much there’s seldom regret


Being with out’s like being alone

A feeling that should never be known

Yet we choose for this word to remain unspoken

For fear of our secrets told and hearts broken


It’s just a little word (of many meanings), little understood

And understanding just a little is really very good

If unsure of this word don’t drive yourself insane

Take a guess, there’s less to lose than there is to gain


You’ll know it when its felt, for it fits like the warmest glove

And a comfy pair is this word unspoken (that rhymes with above)