it feels as though my love
has become a submissive
slave to your heart.
it commands for my love
to be surprised into
nothing more than a
friendly look into your
misleading eyes,
and it obeys.
fearing that if it were
to recklessly attempt more,
it would be whipped
into disciplined obedience.
so an acquaintance slave
it has become.
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