- Captive -

Love is quite dangerous

The vice that holds all of us.

But it’s not love in itself

That’s bad for one’s health

It’s those ideas untold

That, our attentions, do hold

Causing the pain and the strife.

For me it’s a thought, an image, a dream

A girl with brown hair, and skin like sweet cream

Her smile lights her face

And makes my heart race

I draw her in close

So her hair tickles my nose

And we live in a beautiful life

I just cannot seem, to let this thing be

This idea’s made a captive of me

Like a slave master it whips

Forcing me with its grip.

I must do what it asks

As it sets me a task

Just know that to you I will cling.

It’s the idea my mind holds

It’s a lie my mind told.

And I believe it can be,

Just her, and just me.

The idea is what kills me

Not the love that consumes me

And so I will do foolish things.