Love is sold, passed through hands that hold.
Shackled by passions and blind ambitions, you hold my hand so tight.
Warm and bright feelings flush, covering us in gushing lust.
It binds us and blinds us but teaches us strength and kindness.
These knitted knuckles and soft chuckles, whisper to me thoughts of tomorrow, let us be one.
Boundless, love has found us, and our energy’s intertwine, as rivers will wind. Love is sold, in these contractual hands I hold in mine.