Poetry From The Heart
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.