Love is in neither heart nor soul; love is in the "be safe, drive slow." Love is with your hand to hold; love is in the way you're told "text me first thing when you get home." Love is in the effects that come after; love is something you just feel happening. I don't know if this is love, if it's bold of me to make the suggestion; I don't know if my expression is enough. Love me not for my spoken word, love me for my greater purpose; love me like I wasn't worthless.