Bound

It’s a force so powerful,

A pull none can overcome,

You don’t have to think about it,

It doesn’t even have to make sense,

But it’s right there and you can feel it.

It hurts and does make you cry,

Sometimes you feel like giving up,

But the more you do the more it sucks you,

Its grip cannot be shaken off,

And all you can do is just succumb.

It can be as sweet as honey,

And as bitter as the wormwood,

It’s like a curse you have to live with,

Except that sometimes you really like it,

It’s something you have to constantly battle.

When it starts it feels like you are in control,

Then it grows and the grip slowly tightens,

Before you know it you are all bound up,

And you are not even sure what you want,

To be free and lose it or to remain bound.

Some claim to have subdued it,

Others believe they are drenched in it,

Only to find out they were never close to it,

But for those who truly are slaves of it,

The signs are obvious and none can deny.

It’s the most powerful force I have known,

It exists by virtue of its own nature,

It doesn’t need any spices or enhancements,

As it is pure in its crudest form,

Love is pure, simple and has no agenda.