Love is a prison, amongst other things
Love can find you and bind you
And never set you free.
Love is a bringer-home of truths
Love allows you a mirror-self to see
That years ago and years ahead
Are not enough to give you liberty.
Love is a prison, a power-quotient
Love should give you wings to flee
Instead of clipping them, silencing your song
Love should set you soaringly free.
Love is not as easy or free
As dreams have made it out to be
Love can help you or cripple you
But now, that is another story.
To each his own way of loving
Some weep and others keep
Their hearts in a cast iron chest
Then love becomes a prison, a life test;
Then flee-that is really the best.
Whoa...i feel almost exactly as you do on many of these lines...love can be a cage...it often makes me wonder if im better off without it or with it...we tend to love the act of loving, but there's alot of baggage that comes along with it....sometimes i think its better off to need only yourself.....anyhow, great poem
I don't know if it's just how I'm feeling today but this really moved me. It touched me on a really deep level. Love is indeed a prison and we only really learn this as we mature. Thank you for putting into words that I often fail to. HG: -) xx
Love is a prison to some people, Rani Well written Louie Its better to love to not is a prison
'love is a prison that sets you soaringly free! '...fantastic line this! soaring! why not a ten?
so true, show me address of the love which is not prison! thanks for sharing
Yes. But you still manage to make it sound an amenable prison! I suppose it depends whether one's love is a fellow prisoner or a warder. Fx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love flourishes when released The truth its mirror reflect If clipped it is sure to slip… well said poetically… Abha