Gold Coast, Australia, 2007. This is my kind of love.
This is the man whose adventures I have roped my wagon to
But the knots are loose, I've tied them myself, for that's nothing he wishes to do
If there were chains I'd feel them, heavy, weighing down my heart
But the beauty of this is the freedom complete he gave me right at the start
He'd never want my love as something I feel I'm obliged to give
He wants my heart to soar, to explore, to roam and pulse and live
There's always a strain on love you give when someone expects you to
But a love that's given freely is a love that's given true
I'm free to leave at any time, I choose him anew each day
There's nothing of bonds or papers or vows to force or beg me to stay
There's only the thinnest gossamer thread that lets me rise above
And that makes me free to give him the best - my unbound, willing love.
Poetry by Princess Charles
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Written on 2010-01-31 at 12:45
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Freelove
This is the man whose adventures I have roped my wagon to
But the knots are loose, I've tied them myself, for that's nothing he wishes to do
If there were chains I'd feel them, heavy, weighing down my heart
But the beauty of this is the freedom complete he gave me right at the start
He'd never want my love as something I feel I'm obliged to give
He wants my heart to soar, to explore, to roam and pulse and live
There's always a strain on love you give when someone expects you to
But a love that's given freely is a love that's given true
I'm free to leave at any time, I choose him anew each day
There's nothing of bonds or papers or vows to force or beg me to stay
There's only the thinnest gossamer thread that lets me rise above
And that makes me free to give him the best - my unbound, willing love.
Poetry by Princess Charles
Read 678 times
Written on 2010-01-31 at 12:45
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