The words are spoken but never
Felt they came from the soul 
More from the head without thought
No passion just spoken to appease
Not acted upon just spoken in
Different ways and different verses
Yes it’s those same words you hear
Over and over again when one is
Trying to pull you in with charm 
It’s too bad they aren’t acted 
Upon the way they are spoken
With such deliverance over and over
These words have boundaries at times
It can be because of how little they
Mean to those who use them
Yes you wonder what they are
These words are . . . friendship and love