Slave To Love Poem by Boston Kelley

Powerful Love has taken me captive;
here, I sit in this prison of passion.
A tormented man has he made me
that all efforts to repel him have been
for naught.
Day after day, he haunts me with visions
of the ones I desire; night after night, his
endless dreams of seizing the ones I
desire leave me a saddened being.
Bound by these shackles and slowed by
their weight, I cannot move until his voice
has uttered.
I chase the one he points me toward and
endure a knife to the heart.
Fiery passion has he put in this heart
that no other pleasure can quell.
Even the pleasures of the intellect
fall asunder to his might; they are not
a worthy ally.
When shall he release me and I will
step away from his all-consuming power?
Let that day be soon lest this heart
crumble from its imprisonment.