The spontaneity of love is strengthened with freedom and should never be possessed. Love cannot be controlled, nor dictated, but allowed to grow within its own space.
If we confine love
In a horrible cage,
It would lose its luster
And tarnish with age.
If we value it,
Yet completely possess it,
We would do nothing,
But unfairly depress it.
Give it a palace,
A jewelled crown,
Heights without purpose,
It would still be down,
Nor would it tarry,
Its purpose not wait;
Give it its freedom,
Before it’s too late.
If we hold it secure
In the wrongful belief
That it could be saved
From a handful of grief,
It would be unwise
On our part, for there is
The importance of feeling
Its genuine bliss.
Love needs its own space
And nourishment, too,
In a palace or cottage,
Either would do.
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