A Willing Prisoner Of Love

I am your prisoner, as sure as there's love.

Bound in a cage like a single white dove.

To spread my wings with no place to fly;

Will you set me free or watch me die.

With a tear in your eye and sadness in your heart,

You release my soul, tearing yours apart.

I leap from my perch and out the door,

to swoop on down, landing there on the floor.

Up I look, gazing into your eyes,

Extending my wings I start to rise.

Into the air I soar with pride,

Only to land right there by your side.

My wings now arms, I embrace you tight,

You need worry no more; for all is right.

As I am still your prisoner, willingly and uncaged.