Willing Prisoner Of Love
A love poemA 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...