Chains
as a matter of fact
Daniel R. Risacher
 
My love is burning; cold as fire
My passion never wanes
I destroy my self upon the pyre
Consumed within the flames
 
I'm bound to her with silken chains
I've tied the bonds so tight
My heart is wrought with love's sweet pains
I'm blinded by her light
 
Her tender hands now cut my cords;
The bonds enslaving me
Yet I feel slashed by icy swords
For she has set me free
 
And lost in grief, I cry, I mourn
And wish it could not be
And yet I know I am reborn
For she has set me free
 
Though deep within, my heart is sore,
My eyes are clear and dry
And I have learned, alas, once more:
To let the dying, die.
 
For love is always Joys and Pains
And still I know it's true
That once again I'd wear those chains 
For but a kiss from you