You can't buy my love
my love's not for sale
when love fails or falters
it leaves no human trail.

For love is of the heart
unseen, unheard, unknown
cocooned within the soul
from where all love is sown.

And then, one day, it strikes
from a glance that is returned
and like a fire, starting,
once ignited, it will burn.

Just keep the embers going
or the flame will soon go out
and your left with only questions
what the hell was that about?

You cannot buy my love
I give it of my choice
for if by chance I didn't
would not I lose my voice?