Ignōrō (Ignore)

It used to be so simple,
When love had a gentle flow,
When hearts were pure and true,
And feelings were meant to grow.

But nowadays, the story’s changed,
And love has lost its way,
People don’t say it’s over,
They misbehave until you walk away.

We’ve lost the art of communication,
And the courage to be sincere,
We’d rather play games and hide,
Than face our love with a tear.

But what we fail to realize,
Is that love’s a precious gift,
It’s not a game to play around,
Or a fleeting, passing lift.

Love is meant to be cherished,
And held close to our hearts,
It’s not a toy to be tossed around,
Or a flame that quickly departs.

So let’s remember what we have,
And cherish it each day,
Let’s communicate with honesty,
And love in every way.

For when we show our hearts with truth,
And keep the games at bay,
We’ll find that love is worth it all,
And never fades away.