Would that I could purge
Love's perverse hold on me!
I'd laugh and bid Love leave
And walk away
Whistling.
Pure fantasy – Love is nobody's slave,
To be dismissed or summoned on command.
Rather, Love is master,
And I the slave.
If only I had the strength
To break his bonds asunder!
But how can I resist, struggle,
Even breathe,
With only half a heart?
