Detained

I sought to grow a tree Of two minds settled to agree Expected to mature between two and three Spanning yet at a higher degree. For this goal I could crack my sinew and a knee Yet my success I couldn't guarantee Cause love is an open door that needs no key For which many only try and see. I was in a cloud of love where I couldn't foresee, Losing track of myself, becoming a detainee. In love I sat in glee But from this same love, now I flee Without reason of making a plea. However, there is no reason to disagree That love comes with a fee And to such, we must conduct willingly And adhere steadfastly For life must be a loving spree.