Captivity of Love
Love is a captivity,
a gentle prison where your name
Is the only law I follow.
Love has chosen you
my lover who still struggles
with that stone-cold syndrome,
the chill you carry
Even when your hands touch mine.
Why do you eat this love
The way you do—quietly, carelessly,
As if it’s just another meal meant to fill a lonely night?
I know heartbreak songs sound
better in English,but this pain speaks every language.And still,I stay,hoping the warmth in my chest can melt the frost in yours.
S