Free, Yet Enchained

Nothing else may freedom be

But the nature of all men;

It hides behind our Lord's hand

For it is more than one can see.

Fuel sometimes thou might need

For it thy limitless soul demands;

And no better fuel than

Kind loves, passions and friendships.

Oh, Love, let me write it right:

Painful fire to both parts,

But to lose it causes fright.

How could we know from the start

That what made our freedom bright

would be prison to our heart?