Please forgive my sighs for as my spirits rise I become lost in your azure eyes.

Condone my iron grip clutched to your throbbing hip, from you I shall not be ripped.

Calm my heart arace, my mind is out of place when I peer unto your graceful face.

Keep my fingers there as between sultry stares I tousle frizzled raven hair.

Laugh the night away, know that I will stay where raucous night meets hopeful day.

Sing you heart's content and trust you won't repent woeful shrills for common sense.

Act upon the earthly stage; forget the wisdom of the age; trade not meagre life for grossly wage.

Spread your wings and fly, leave the rest where they lie, better to flower than wither and die.

But it shreds what is left of me to speak the words and let them be, unbind the chains and let you free.

I clip your wings from feathers to strings and estacise the guilt it brings.

In love I do the crime, but then with the passing time rectitude is mine to mime.

Is love a grandiose cage, stuffed with passion instead of rage for two to slip away with age?

What forged these awful chains which defy the heart and brains and stand impervious to constraints?

What fortunes I've paid and litanies prayed to find himself feared and afraid.

This man who proudly wields love from plundered fields, holds inertia as his shield

Too cowardly to make a change, too young to be deranged, too accepting that love is strange.