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