Detained
I sought to grow a tree
Of two minds settled to agree
Expected to mature between two and three
Spanning yet at a higher degree.
For this goal I could crack my sinew and a knee
Yet my success I couldn't guarantee
Cause love is an open door that needs no key
For which many only try and see.
I was in a cloud of love where I couldn't foresee,
Losing track of myself, becoming a detainee.
In love I sat in glee
But from this same love, now I flee
Without reason of making a plea.
However, there is no reason to disagree
That love comes with a fee
And to such, we must conduct willingly
And adhere steadfastly
For life must be a loving spree.
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