Cliched Love.

I love you more than the word
May you spread your wings; fly like a bird
If I didn't mean it I wouldn't say it
Would I?

So cliched and yet so true
No less original than I love you
You use me now, and throw me away
But we know we'll make up the following day

Puppets to these emotions
And we all put into play
When all emotion is lost
Lifeless we are left to lie

Used by our hearts
And destroyed when we part
Cry blood when you bid farewell
But still we forgive, Oh well...

In the name of love
The blessing from above
We all stick to the ordinary
And that's cliched love

Mpho Lebohang Mokhele