Slave To Love

A sense of a belonging Is life’s insatiable longing A hand to hold, and not let go A name to call, and feel your whole I thought I was whole until I saw my missing half I thought I had it all, but it was all a bluff Incomplete is what I became When a beauty told me her name A name I wanted next to mine When I work, spree or dine What is the value of this world? If a heart’s desire surpasses its worth When love becomes everything Anything else becomes incurious to the eyes When love becomes everything Yours does not matter but hers Love is the only everything that is priceless You only pay it with love, nothing less I revel in being on her mind and in her arms My mind is a realm she is free to command Her arms stronger than handcuffs Myself, a willing captive serving life This love is the only belonging I crave If love means this much, I am happy to be a slave