The Love Bug: A Poem and a Case for Cultivating Care

This modernized piece opens with a poem calling love the 'love bug' - simple, steady, and rare. It then argues that love can be cultivated like a living species if we create fertile fields free from prejudice and injustice. The article highlights workplace equity, everyday acts of care, and the cost of prioritizing materialism over connection. The closing urges intentional attention to nurture love in communities.

A Poem: The Love Bug

Love is a bug that rules the roost.
Love is simple; all it does is boost.
Love is a sail on turbulent seas,
steady and quiet, moving with ease.

Love does not whimper, nor does it wail;
it holds its ground when others fail.
Love lights the dark when you expect it least
and refuses to behave like a beast.

Love is the core of who you are -
your seeing, your hearing, your guiding star.
Yet across our world, love has become rare,
a fragile species needing room to care.

Cultivating the Love Bug

If love is rare, we can still grow it. Think of cultivating silkworms: it requires open, fertile fields and steady care. For love to spread, we need spaces that are free from racial animosity, injustice, and prejudice.

Those conditions allow love to reproduce in many forms, crowding out greed and lust with genuine care and attention. Love, then, becomes a social practice as much as a feeling - something we plant, tend, and protect.

Love in Everyday Places

In the office, for example, the ideal is mutual respect. A colleague might be drawn to a peer, not because of power or promotion, but because of equality and shared regard. When people relate as equals, attraction and care can grow without coercion or imbalance.

Love shows up in small acts: listening, defending someone against unfairness, making space for someone else's voice. These acts echo the poem's idea: love bites those ready to sustain it, and it chooses where it can thrive.

The Cost of Choosing Otherwise

When people prioritize material gain over connection, they often pay an unseen price. A life built only on possessions and status can feel hollow. Choosing materialism over care risks isolating us from the deep human ties that give life meaning.

This is not a moral scold; it's an observation. Love requires attention. If we ignore it, we miss the things that last beyond transactions and headlines.

A Closing Thought

The love bug is not magic; it is work and attention, patience and courage. It thrives in fair fields and among people who refuse prejudice. It beckons to those who will tend it, promising more grace and less greed in return.

If we want love to return to everyday life, we must create the spaces where it can grow - equal, just, and cared for.