My Heart, 'Tis a Caged Bird
Love, what shalt I speak for what thou dost see
Through most offensive blackened iron bars
Where sky is sick and hides away the stars
Because my heart pounds ardently for thee.
My Lord's old mind was poisoned with debris
By vile council to banish thee afar
For if we came and called an infant ours
Their worth would thus be scorned, ruled by part flea.
Thou mustn’t think mine soul belongs to gold
Lest be that gold which flows from out thy head,
Then ye'd be right, and know I could not bear
A breath away from ev'ry rounded fold.
As thou dost read, I draw nigh to thy bed
To set thee free and stir the midnight air.
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