When young, my body was claimed as their own,
A vessel they ruled, a king on a throne.
But my soul stayed wild, untamed, and free,
No one could chain the essence of me.
The flesh was a trifle, a fleeting disguise,
My spirit soared high, beyond their
Yet time turned the page, rewrote my fate,
Your soul drew me in—I could not escape.
I’ll never depart, I’m bound where you are,
Your spirit’s my tether, my guiding star.
A black mage once wielded a soul enslaved,
But love’s gentle chains are all I’ve craved
Forever ensnared, yet willingly so,
By love’s quiet power, I’ll never let go.
You’ve taught me to live with this tender decree,
Enslaved by your soul, I’m finally free.
16.03.2025
Enslaved by your soul, I m finally free
© Copyright: Марина Обрайен, 2025
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