Freely I Love, Freely I tenderly care,
Will not weigh the value of time spent,
No future for this lovable butterfly,
It only sways its hurt wings harsh.
Freely to despair and deserted half-way through
without love and nailed to fate,
a fate,so knowingly planned by life's love;
Wonder if there's a place for the hurt, to be
soothed,to be caressed by the hurtful loved one.
A willing hurt planned for the future of the one who
loves you the most, in worse and better,
Coz' of fear of unknown reality of the present,
or fear of losing or disrupting of a planned wishful future;
that would be built on the tears and pain of a wounded heart.
12th of July'2010