Love that comes with chains and rules,
Is not the love of dreamers, fools.
It binds the heart, it cages free,
And takes the soul’s sweet liberty.
You say you love, but with a clause,
Each gesture met with hidden laws.
“If you do this, I’ll love you still,
But cross that line, and lose my will.”
Love can’t be traded, bought, or sold,
It can’t be caged in terms so cold.
True love is free, with open hand,
Not bound by what you might demand.
Follow
For love that twists to fit your scheme,
Is not the love of which we dream.
It’s just control dressed up in lies,
A trap for hearts, a thin disguise.
So if you seek to love, be clear,
It’s without fear, it’s always near.
No strings to pull, no debts to pay,
Love simply is, and finds its way.