free in love

Or owned by it..

lost or found..

either way –

bound..

the power of you is invisible to all

except to me..

the silent strength it possesses

Owns my heart mind and soul..

the shrill of it should be visible for all to hear

loud and clear..

Is love alive

Does it ever die?

Why not let it be..

bury me knee deep

In the beauty of we..

completely lost

I am set free

To the possessor of my being..