Love is not mine to own
Nor is it yours.
It is not own-able
so save your indigence
when someone else comes along
takes it for a ride;
when someone else slips into your life
or to mine.
Unowned;
an airy intangible.
The form and shape of your intransigent will
is no match
be rather still
and breathe
and in this surrender,
love
be.
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