No Free Lunch
Your face is all red, are you filled with dread?
Or only of guilt, don’t weather or wilt!
My dear friend, your love is so strong!
You’ve kept us from what is seen wrong
That kind of love somehow ties
Me to your heart – never dies
I know you are taken, but I’m not forsaken
You cared so damned much, there is no free lunch
Rebuking me down to the ground
Oh what kind of love have I found?
Not to demean, but to honor your Queen
Not to deplore, but only to store
Not to despise, but to open my eyes
Not to collapse, but to let time elapse
Not to debase, but desire erase
Not to lose face or to somehow disgrace
Not to distrust or to change love to lust
Oh dear, I do understand
And yes, how my feet did they land
I’m up walking straight
So, I hardly could hate
And that long, hard-learned lesson was grand!
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