I'M Enslaved In Her

Here I am shackled in cuffs That are chained directly to my heart My soul has been locked up and the key thrown away For she fears I have become a fugitive of love Although I’m enslaved in emotions with the eyes of a child that stares curiously and wonders why I’ve tempted to break free with no destination But her grasp has tightened and I’ve grown accustomed to the feeling Quietly she whispers why do you struggle so much, don’t you love me Then it dawned on me I do and from that moment on I realized that I would always Be enslaved in her.