To be unwounded and unbound.
To ride the skies of freedom,
and to hear the echoing sounds,
And to untie the knots that she tied,
Thus to drop the ropes aside.
Her attempts to hold me in her clasp.
Failed to bind me or keep me trapped.
Her "rules", her "restrictions",
were convulsing constrictions.
Now their just limp twine,
no longer mine.
I'm glad I never told her the truth.
She was more interested in my money,
Which I have more then youth.
Looking for someone to "support" her,
Someone she could order around.
She guessed wrong.
Have you experienced "binding" love?
Written April 3rd, 2006