Chivalry Of The Heart Poem by Ahmed Aedan

I am dying with passion,
under guarded compassion,
with no regards to any fashion,
I am slumber with every note,
every sensation of the known,
I am disappointed with every gesture,
every motion of the hand, heart, or complexion,
I am dying to know what's unknown;
I am ravished to say what no one says,
I want to fly where no one flew before,
and I want to see no misery,
Nor happy ending shivery
or undermined questionability,
I want to live freely,
with no one's hand inevitability
I want to stand up and say: I am FREE!