Love as a verb

I quietly cautiously care
Touch a butterfly’s wings, I won’t dare
So I turn to the bees and the flowers and Sun and fresh air

As a bee spreading life does its part
Distributing love is an art
As is accepting it, but I'm busy guarding my heart

Love as a verb, it takes effort, it does
Some people make it look so effortless
But I don’t believe for a second that they’re not afraid

So I wait, to discover
Whatever it is that compels them to do it anyway
I might be running late
Becoming impatient to understand
What compels thеm to do it anyway

Love is a limitless light like thе Sun
We won’t run out, we won’t ever be done
And love isn’t meant to be bartered or fought for or won

I’ve read the stories
And I’ve seen the shows
I’ve watched it happen, I know how it goes
I’ve felt the feeling
And I’ve learned the lessons
It’s not an obsession, possession, transgression
Repression’s oppression when love’s an expression
Either end of profession’s no cure for depression
I’ve got a confession, confusion continues to grow
How the hell does anyone really know

While we wait, to discover
Whatever it is that compels them to do it anyway
We might be running late
Becoming impatient to understand
What compels them to do it anyway

Avoiding new love, it takes effort, it does
Sometimes I tell myself it’s effortless
But I don’t believe for a second that I'm not afraid

I'm quietly cautiously there
Leave it all up to wind
I won’t dare
Can I learn from the bees
And the flowers and Sun and fresh air?