Ties that bind my soul outreach to claw your being with it’s three tendrils:

One of love, one of hate, one of necessity.

Love clasps hardest in darkest times,

Hate clasps hardest in brightest,

And necessity’s a common squeeze.

As obligations rest on shoulders and travels rest on feet,

This need rests on hearts,

Leaving a sensation that will make you love a man forever

Or hate every essence of his soul.