Prisoned Love

My Love,

have you ever seen the dew fall?

No, I know,

Then, I do say to you,

That my passion for you,

You shall not see it fall,

That means it won’t fall.

My Love,

For whom my heart rings,

With the watch birds at the wake of dawn.

My Love,

Whose skin soft as her voice,

Straight from a fairy tale,

Covers me with cuddles so hot,

That my Mum’s cuddles fade.

My Love,

I know you know that my conscience

White as snow,

My love for you; priceless as a pearl,

I will wait for you,

In the streets, both cold and hot

I will wait, my Love,

Till I see the iron gates,

That bar you from gasping the fresh air,

And feeling the breeze so soothing,

Open and let you out,

So you can fly into my arms,

I will wait, my Love.