I am a slave of love. A pawn to her schemes and means.

Eyes so lit like day light, taming my macho self like kryptonite.

She is a force to reckon with, undenied whatever she asks, finding whatever she seeks.

I often wonder if I am in love with her, or just caught in the web of her enchanting beauty.

With her I am numb to lifes sting, cos somehow with her beside me, I seem to draw strength.

Like a bird, I flew into her cage. Like a child, I am ever longing for her embrace.

Though the doors are wide open, I never want to leave.

I am a slave of love. Something I feel you might not understand, and so you might be quick to criticise. But I leave you to your thoughts.


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