Shackled
Love in the first degree
So soulful, wild and free?
Like the wind that hugs the tree
So the laming hope can see
I met her, I was half-free
But I had the liberty
But the young heart could not see
For her soul is bound to thee
I wish I could unshackle the fold
To have her till we grow old
So when the night time calls the mold
I'll be with her to hold
For the heart is made of gold
But the feeling is so cold
For it's bound and sealed in hold
Like a tale that can't be told
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2022
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