Love Is Freedom







Its an illusion

of the mind,
to misjudge
the rose of freedom,
for the rope of binding
Is not love,
a mistress free??

Love’s not a slave,
no master it serves…
Tenebrous task,
to tame one’s will
The tyrant within
must fall
to grounds beneath…

To bow in love
is no sacrifice,
A proof for
law of nature; is it
That love erases
the arrogant lines
of disparity…

Love, is not a prison,
no, its not a lake,
Not a bird in a cage…

It’s a castle without walls,
no boundaries, for her thoughts
It’s a stream, a river;
It’s a bird that sings,
that floats in sky
the splendor described
is love defined….

-Ashk

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