For love should not be like locking the door,
Not one could ever come in or go out,
Not one could taste this sweet life and savor,
Not one could tell you what it’s all about.
For if your hands grip, all hearts will then bleed
Air you might need, sun and water maybe.
Like dove it’ll be back as long as you feed,
A kite is yours as the thread will let be.
Your mind is not mine, nor him, nor others,
But minds alike or not need not be taught,
They bloom to own beauty just like flowers,
Beauty and color they never have thought.
For love is freedom and freedom is love,
Hold tight not, let it be and see. That’s love.