To stand alone is to hold love’s key,
Though it may seem a paradox to thee.
For only the soul at ease in its own space
Can meet another in a deep embrace.
Not to possess, nor to bind in chain,
Not to depend, nor to stake a claim,
Not to reduce a heart to a mere thing,
Nor thirst for them as the only spring.
Such love grants freedom, pure and wide,
A vast, unmeasured, open tide.
And if they leave, the heart stands tall
For joy was never theirs to call.
Happiness blooms from one’s own light,
Not from another’s borrowed sight.
To love while free, and free while nearby
This is the truth the wise hold dear.
