Elusive Love - Restricted Love Under Slavery

No road elects to prune a wavy path past mindless parts of this life, resembling our ghosts, my love I need no hearing, no strings and no sounds, I need only hear your voice... No love selects a raindrop's teary glide, that leaves a broken heart unheeded, my love Those wails we use to un-robe a sheath of repeated loss, Demand we know... and say no, the second before we deplete the trust My love, I know no worth beyond the faith you bestow on me No right to think aside from that storied black man steel My world elects to choose your captive smile, kept in tow for him... to signify my love denied My love, That welts and strain wrap our shared images with a glare is an un-repeated refrain, of the sunlight at dawn That strands of desolation retain misguided parity with our measured truth, is dusk's residual question When rivers line up neglected masses of sand and our curative rain ceases, in the resulting twilight... We can only call belief, endurance, and call sanity...brave We invoke a fictive trust replete with faith For our elusive love to live endessly With you, my love, We ask questions of fate, that dies under rocks unturned... unheard... Until the fate itself loses its life in a lost dream's unneeded disguises Our triumphs call our dark moments reprieve when all else fails We lose our loves in reprieves and dreams, for our daring sanity to stay brave We call for each other's loves to return like haunted dreams To say for you my love. Unsaid. And for me your love... to never know for sure...