Slave To Love
A sense of a belonging
Is life’s insatiable longing
A hand to hold, and not let go
A name to call, and feel your whole
I thought I was whole until I saw my missing half
I thought I had it all, but it was all a bluff
Incomplete is what I became
When a beauty told me her name
A name I wanted next to mine
When I work, spree or dine
What is the value of this world?
If a heart’s desire surpasses its worth
When love becomes everything
Anything else becomes incurious to the eyes
When love becomes everything
Yours does not matter but hers
Love is the only everything that is priceless
You only pay it with love, nothing less
I revel in being on her mind and in her arms
My mind is a realm she is free to command
Her arms stronger than handcuffs
Myself, a willing captive serving life
This love is the only belonging I crave
If love means this much, I am happy to be a slave
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