We, the advocates, of free love

Love, love is supposed to be free right? 

When a woman begets the tree of love 

She desires neither the falling nor the ensnare of a devil 

How foolish of you to think that her anklets rhyme with the should-haves

For reason is baseless here you see

Have her damning laugh made you presume that she didn't know what's a whorehouse 

or the who's who of a trash-can logic 

But tell me sweetheart, what does love demand in all its truest form

Freedom forsaken? 

Maybe I don't know what it is really like 

All I really know is that 

when it was just you and me 

And no one else 

It was not nothing

It can never be 

I didn't intend to have you stay longer 

Or have you kiss me when you were not supposed to 

Nor take me somewhere you can forget 

My desire was never to be held 

It is never going to be so

It has to be the knowing in its barest 

For when two people share something so physical

The real question is 

Do I really know you?

Would I be a passing memory when you will be long gone?

My love is free,

Would you appreciate it?