For you my love

For you,
My love
I went to a bird market
And I bought a bird

For you,
My love
I went to a flower market
And I bought a flower

For you,
My love
I went to a junk market
And I bought a chain
A heavey chain

For you,
My love
And I went to a slave market
And I searched for you
But I couldn't find you anywhere
My love

Jacques Prévert

( love can not be owned. it does not exist as such. )