Imprisoned Poem by Prosper Nwokoro

There is no prison greater than a fettered soul in Love;
There is no gate, no warden, only an Inadvertent torment in confinement.
Living a paradox, Loving better as it hurts.
There is no one to one correlation between two hearts;
There are no non-zero sum games in the intenerance of True love;

There you lay, hoping to be in the rhythm that flows from her heart;
Love, a raging sword in Ambivalence, saves a few, kills a few other.
Like the wind that keeps the tree swinging,
And yet, in its sobre moment, pulls it from its root.
In your night, you dare to send love bubbles to wake her heart,
But her night, is filled with dreaming of the perfect man;
In her clairvoyance, she may never see you.