A Heart Held Captive
I, now yours, a captive held,
A heart no longer free to meld.
Imagine, sometimes, the snare,
The trap of your hair, a tangled affair.
When I see you, my conscience is clear,
No doubts or fears, no need to steer.
I fly to you, a soul set free,
Taking you with me, wild and carefree.
If you…