My Hope

My hope hangs like balances in the air, like a fettered bondsman, I am waiting for you to set me free... You and I had made a pact from the beginning to be one: You me and me you; You in me, me in you When I spoke a word, it was your voice that said it When I cherished a thing, it was your desire And when cold within, you warmed me up—my burning flame. In trying times when my hands were feeble, it was your strength in me that straightened my steps, your herculean heart steadied my course, my daring deeds were all your doing. And truly, my lady, we were like amorous birds of prey when we set a-flight yet, my lady, (you say), you seek to break free from this cage of me-self And with the best part of me, you fly away   (and call it freedom) when I needed you most. If it is, my lady, (as you say), then why are your broken chains my shackles? My hope hangs like balances in the air, a fettered bondsman I am waiting for your return to set me free...