bound by chains

a seldom seen scene,
when the careless son
of a careful man
encounters a woman
of uncertain parentage,
unswerving in Her resolve:
"don't tell me what to do"

not merely sparks,
but fireballs ensue,
as destiny drives me
to You:
not a simple kismet,
but a foreshadowed
adieu;
it must always be
"see you later,"
as I can never say
"goodbye" to You;

time roils,
and words spill out
like watermelon seeds
from the mouths
of summer's youth,
and the simple truth
remains:
I lie in the basement
of Your heart,
yearning,
but bound by chains.



September 3, 2010, for the Wifey.

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