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Prisoner Of Love

Is this poem a fantasy? Or is it, instead, an evil desire each of us harbors from time to time?,

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19 August 2006

Author:

Wanda Holloway

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Prisoner Of Love

I'll love my love with a capital (A)
To him I'll give my (A)ll.
I'll surround him in a secret web
And heed his every call.

My web I'll weave of all my love,
My love so tender and true,
The web expands for my true love...

I'll circle him in the sacred threads
And shackle his heart to me.
I'll love my love forever and ever,
Forever my love he'll be.

Whenever he breaks the silky threads,
I'll repair them with bonds of gold;
My love shall never escape the grasp
Of my heart's inseparable hold.

-Wanda Holloway -

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