Of Love and Bondage

As I look to see the way she stands when I leave -I'm surprised as if a wave, reminds me. As long as the shadow of etertinity- drawn from the drip of the cup of our unspoken insecurity. Is it purity or impurity? As far apart you feel away, I never think myself the villain. When when is the stark beneficiary of today. When our feelings go out to 'plain from a side-turn you're right of me, on, what happens with loves burning, churning a flames symphony within a sacred play. We always go off hand, off road of the clear path. I mean to say, that come hell or hound, they are gonna stand on either way- of our aftermath. - Debris of props in our execution of stay. If a thought comes and if love has taken away, its place is a man who loves a thing, even the trace- Of a day that can be just you. Shining its beloved face.