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)
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