A Longing

A longing that cannot be explained

A free man that finds pleasure in being detained.

Unchained from my limits my heart cries within.

The will to become something, the will to win

Has been bred in me like a wild flower blossoming in the wind;

My home is not in any one place.

My beginning is unknown,

My present is life changing,

My future is sure.

I wonder to and fro

My heart is sure to reach your shores.

Welcome me with hope and I will be happy.

Welcome me with love and I will stay forever.

Welcome me with joy and my heart will be yours.

Treat me with content and yet I choose to love.

Use me and discard me like trash and still I will call you my own.

Betray me with another and I will wait for you to awake to your senses;

You see this longing can be explained.

It is what the pure of heart and the wretched man can agree on.

One path that the two have walked one thing that they both have in common.

To one it has been and still is the reason for life

To the other it is that thing they have decided it would be better to live without.

Love is the most powerful weapon a man can brandish.

The way it is used will determine how a man lives with it.