You talk of love as a commodity
something to buy or to sell
but not something for free.
I don't think that love's for me.

Love should be light
a feather pillow fight.
A freedom to be
what you want
what you see
and love should be free.

The contracts we make and the promises we break
fade away.
When love is the light that lights up our day
and fires up our night
then what is the price
what should we pay?

Love is not tied to the small print
nor does it reside in unspecified charges.
Love is open to all
it's the call of the wild when the child in you cries
and love only dies when the price is too high.
Here am I
all alone
not a love to call my own but it's out there
just waiting
and willing to share
what I have to give
wonder when love will live in my heart
wonder when I will start to feel feelings apart from my own.
All alone
I am lost
paid the price and it cost
me the Moon.
Soon
I'll be gone
will love linger on and then haunt me
will each moment of rest
come back and taunt me
last eternally.
Will I eventually find what was under my nose?
Who knows the answer?
but I'll take a chance and believe that I will
Until the day breaks and the night takes me away
Love is for free
but I always
pay in the
end.