Love remains free.
Ownership asks to stay.
A flower blooms.
Its beauty needs no witness.
Its roots need no permission.
Hands close.
Beauty fades.
Love was never meant to be held.
Only shared. Only seen.
Comfort built walls.
Life waited outside them.
Nothing belongs.
Everything exists.
The more that is taken,
the less that remains.
Love cannot be bought.
It leaves the moment a price is placed upon it.
Some things were never meant to be possessed.
Only loved.