Love's Master

He is love’s master, tis true for all to see.
From the start, my heart has been his to keep.
He has me enslaved, not with threats or chains;
But rather with the self-knowledge that I've gained.

I yield to him all that I am; my heart for him to take;
My soul leapt with joy when my life he did remake.
My gift to him was of myself in the form of a dove.
One whose soul long to fly free to express her love.

Love is the true enslaver that cleaves me to him.
For I would give anything to be in his arms again.
He is not empowered by words but by the love we share.
For everything he does - he does to show he cares.

He is the keeper of my destiny, tis quite true.
Yet the strength is mine to give, as is my love too.
Only by my desires will he hold true love's seed.
With an open hand, I shall be his for the world to see.

For him who understands me true, shall I give my heart.
For him who loves me true, shall I pledge never to part.
My heart and body is left in his keeping for better or worst.
May this binding be true, and my soul he never hurts.