Love is

Some say that love is a Box full of something that will never be long Some say that love is A dozen roses that Will only wilt away Some say that love is Pricy or gold but if that was love Anyone with money would be loved so dearly And those with open hearts and empty pockets Would never know what love is Love for me is not an object of value Or a florist with all the known flowers In the human race but an act or word of kindness That comes from the heart