Some thoughts...

Tiny bits of paper,

Strewn over the floor,

Letters I wrote once,

To a love now forlorn

It’s comfortable to use words

Than have to make actions,

Easier to use ink,

So you can make corrections

Love can be tricky

And complicated and messy,

Using actions can cause,

A pretty huge flurry

Hence words might be better,

To sort it out,

To give it better direction,

And not need to scream and shout

If you have love,

Id say protect it,

Let there never be a day,

Where u may need to say or do it.