In shadows cast by binding ties,
A heart compelled, in love's disguise.
Forced affections, petals worn,
In silent pain, a love is born.

Yet blooms may wither, petals fall,
A captive heart, an echoed call.
The dance of love, a scripted trance,
Bound by fate, a bittersweet dance.

For love, unbridled, pure and free,
Is not a gift of destiny.
To force the bud to find the sun,
It wilts, a tale of love undone.

So let the heart, in freedom's grace,
Discover love, in its own space.
For love that's true, sincere, and free,
Blossoms best when it's meant to be.
© Folkland