I know, at last, why my heart sings,
though in your prison I remain,
it’s borne aloft on Angel’s wings.
Love’s prisoner by free will’s choice
I serve my time, I don’t complain,
in custody do I rejoice—
for I know, well, that true love lies
within the freedom of my chains...
and in your heart; and in your eyes.
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