Tuesday, January 6, 2015

With Love


The word love is overused
like ketchup on fries
or mustard on hot dogs.
Overuse dilutes the taste of love
so one cannot feel the pureness
or trueness.

"Oh, I just love you!" 
We say it to way too many people.
Years ago parents barely said it to
their own children, for goodness sake!

We love the produce guy who
helps pick our fruit.
We love the hair dresser who
styles our hair.
We love, love, love till...
We don't know the meaning any more.

I love my husband & my children
I love my good, good friends
and my dog.
And, I love lobster, baked in the oven.
© Natala Orobello

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