The price of freedom is always high
The price of love is always high
To fell—and to yet love
I will always love him
I will always want to hold him
Ah, but if I could have but a kiss!
But I will always love him
I have become a stumbling block to him
I love him…but I tire of upholding all my gemstones. The ones of whom I see are the ones whom there perception of me that I question.
For one was asked when I asked him
One was talked to quite religiously,
When I begged to talked for hem to talk to me
Do I dare keep a score of wrongs?
Is this Love?
Can I afford to forget?
Can I still love hem?
This terrible time of testing!
How much my heart yearns for peace!
How much has he changed me.
For on his rejection of me I have found freedom
Yet I will still love hem.
He whispers in my ear…
I smile, my heart gasps.
Will I be the only one to embrace hem?
Is this the price?