Poetry

Never has Love been portrayed
As constricting as this.
My shackles tighten, 
With each tainted kiss.

Dependance is no virtue
When She won't let go.
This problem of Love;
This craving below:
For change, 
For freedom!
But, my heart is tied, 
In a marriage of bondage,
To my faithful bride.

I've loved, and prospered,
But never at once.
My calls aren't answered:
Except by silence.