This love is reserved.
No part of this heart can be used without their permission.
Only if love was that simple.

We try to reproduce things we have seen.
By anyway.
By any means.
Except in this case.
Your love is copyrighted.
You have given it totally to me.

And it can't be produced electronically.

But it can be restored mechanically.
And retrieved.
When you offer it all to me.

I just know this.
Your love is copyrighted.
And all rights are reserved

Similar to words in a book.
Your love has me hooked.
And don't matter what imprint placed upon it.
You know, who it was meant for.