Tied on a rope
Voluntarily
The beginning was steered
By none other than me
I gave permission
For I never did learn
Or maybe for a matter of fact
I had learnt to yearn
So much so
My soul became fugitive
With a fear to hold
And nothing to keep
And despite being
A Lover Of Love
I went away
From what kept me gay
Legs that could not last long
On horizontal land
Suddenly had the brawn
To bring me where I had planned
And where I wanted
Was to be faraway
From the warmness and comfort
That was always kept at bay
The said comfort
That only love brings
A song that only
Love could sing
As my eyes swell up
I realised that day
That for a Lover of Love
That is such a foolish thing to say