There might have been a time for love
It might exist still yet
But for every kiss sent up above
There should be one for Self.
Whoever the object of your love
A man, a god, a pet, a girl
You cannot give what you know you should
If you don’t let yourself unfurl.
So give yourself the love you need
And spread it all around you
‘Cause that’s the food your love you feed
And that’s how love will find you.
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