If Needs Be Met
The price of my soul is one I deny
As I give not the worth of it to share
Nor allow thieves hearts to pluck out its eye
For their selfish reasons as if they care
If their needs be one my soul surrenders
Then love is not a gift but is impure
Such emptiness bleeds from love's pretenders
To hide the loneliness they must obscure
Love should be given and held so tender
Never taken as if its worth is owned
To keep precious its freedom you render
And allow love's beauty to shine alone
To be so hollow with wants you must fill
To chain love to your needs, love you will kill
6/28/20
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2020
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