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PRISONER OF LOVE
I am detained by this lovely feeling
its shackles have bound me to the dungeon walls
It got me blind
I cannot differentiate the good ones from the bad
because most of the time I give the opposite a pass with no thought
I've been behind these bars
as long as time could tell
such that my heart does not only pump blood
but plays love songs
since time could tell the date of my detention
love songs that only my heart can profess in Poetry
I see love in the eyes of my visitors
my friends
and yours
love has imprisoned me such that
distance is of no care
It nurtured me that you'd believe its too good to be fair
for I would love you from Maun
from Sebina
and from right next to you
Even from behind these bars of love
my love grows with time
for I love once Today
twice tommorow
then more and more every new born day
I sit here in my little cell, wondering
when will time surrender to me the lady for my heart
this lady to whom my heart shall profess my love
time when I'll live up to my words
I feel the need for my release
and yet I feel to remain detained
for such feeling is heavenly
name me the prisoner of love
a sucker for love
for I shall remain one
remain to give It
give It to a worthy receiver
worthy to my heart ♥ ♥ ♥
its shackles have bound me to the dungeon walls
It got me blind
I cannot differentiate the good ones from the bad
because most of the time I give the opposite a pass with no thought
I've been behind these bars
as long as time could tell
such that my heart does not only pump blood
but plays love songs
since time could tell the date of my detention
love songs that only my heart can profess in Poetry
I see love in the eyes of my visitors
my friends
and yours
love has imprisoned me such that
distance is of no care
It nurtured me that you'd believe its too good to be fair
for I would love you from Maun
from Sebina
and from right next to you
Even from behind these bars of love
my love grows with time
for I love once Today
twice tommorow
then more and more every new born day
I sit here in my little cell, wondering
when will time surrender to me the lady for my heart
this lady to whom my heart shall profess my love
time when I'll live up to my words
I feel the need for my release
and yet I feel to remain detained
for such feeling is heavenly
name me the prisoner of love
a sucker for love
for I shall remain one
remain to give It
give It to a worthy receiver
worthy to my heart ♥ ♥ ♥
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