Lust in thought

I once gave to you my heart.. 

I thought. 

But in the end it was but another part... 

You thought.

You once gave your love to me, 

I thought 

your heart and soul, 

I was sure 

your attention and time, 

I recognised 

but in the end... 
it must have been 

just your body, 

the empty vessel for your soul,

It wasn't your soul, 

for that was already taken, 

broken, abducted, 

by someone just like me... 

Someone thinking that: 
Love could be 
both fanciful and free, 
love could be a thing of beauty, 
a golden chain, unchained, 
a silver locket, unlocked, 
a platinum ring, unbroken, 
a lifelong friendship, uninterrupted. 
How wrong can someone be? 

There we were, 
sitting in a tree. 
Both fanciful and free. 
We thought, 

but did not think... 

That love could be 
something meant 
for the likes of you and me...