Love is Free

The parts of me in balance form the whole
Of me and I need all my parts to be
Complete even if completely alone

I wanted to share but she wanted more
I hope she found what she was looking for
But what she really wanted was my soul
And without my soul there can be no me

I can see now how she felt incomplete
Hungry for someone else's soul to eat
How sad that she could never find her own!

Hollow and empty starving at the feast
Her means could never justify her ends

I wish she could have shared awhile with me
I wish she could have tasted love at least
And her soul and my soul might have been friends

She never understood that love is free

+Steven Curtis Lance



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