so I can’t escape?
Close all the windows.
Shut the drape.
Hold me tight
and never let me go.
For I don’t fear the capture
will frighten me
as much as the thought
of you setting me free.
What would I do if I were free?
I’d ask to be sentenced once more.
And you my love, could chain me
just as you did before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem