My wish is for love to be
Freely given
Freely taken
Yet how do I love thee?
Is there a fee?
Oh, yes, of course
When I least expect it.
Freely given
Freely taken?
No.

I imagine I am the delighted and gaily tripping lover
While turning at times into a septically abusing wench
Truth be told I know not how this happens
I can tell you this,
(And this is my heart’s desire)
I want to be
love,
loved,
loving.
Always.

It’s just really hard.