My love is not for sale.
My love resembles no prison nor jail.

But, nor will I ever try to buy yours.
I can only tell you, true love feels like a summer storm's rain when it pours.

If it's material or gifts you need as proof?
That type of love is a lie, much like the little boy that cried wolf.

Perhaps what you feel then, is just not love at all?
That kind of love can be had by talking to a wall.

What I give is me, something I feel is quite valuable.
A love, a friendship, a person that is anything but malleable.

There is not another you, there is not another me.
So when we are dust of this earth, never again, you and I no one will ever again see.

All of the jewelry, all of the money in this world could certainly never buy me.
My love is the best kind of love, you receive it for free.

And sure, we may not speak or see one another as much as I would like.
But I understand life is very fluent, much like wheels on a Tour de France bike.

Doesn't mean that I will buy you gifts to fill that void, that missing.
Just means when I see you i'll want a lot more hugging and a lot more kissing.

Life is busy, life is very very chaotically busy.
Life is like Father Time, it never stops and it never will for you and me.

A simple phone call, a private message is all I ever need.
Simple things for a simple man, affection and love is all I greed.

Those types of things let me know that little ol' me, crossed your mind in some kind of way.
It's things just like that I never forget, things that totally make my day.

And that is certainly more than enough for me.
And....
and I hope it is enough for you -- from me, for eternity.

Why do I hope this to be?
Because my love is and always will be, .....free!