A Slave to Love

A slave to a love confined within
strips a heart and soul to never mend
Love is purity, honor and devotion
a promised pledge by lover’s adorations.
A prisoner struggles to discover an end
releasing the ardor restricting therein.

Love’s not supposed to conquer a soul
deposit residue and persist ‘til a person’s old.
Being a hostage of one’s own doing
a weakness requires personal renewing.
A kick in the pants may bring relief
shaking the brain to offer a release.

A soul cannot dwell on a love gone wrong
but entails a will to be sound and strong.
There’s hope if one dwells on another dearest
filling emptiness and conveying peacefulness.
Life is short and our steps walks in a rush
don’t waste years on a love…only a “crush.”

Passion often enslaves and keeps people captive
release those shackles and claim an objective…
a slave to a love confined within
denies a heart and soul to never mend.
Love doesn’t bind nor hold any prey
it’s a gift to treasure and to adore every day.


Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem �" Copyright 2014 �" Use by Permission Only.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[inuSarah]

Love it!!! Love, indeed is a gift to share and enjoy everyday.

[Barbara Kasey Smith]

Thanks Much - I'm glad you enjoyed it!! Barb :)