[posting][poetry] Sonnet I

These chains of thought which bind my heart to thine
(Yes, I am captive of your Siren’s heart)
Hold bitter dreams of love ne’er to be mine
And broken hopes of two lives kept apart.
This slavery of soul, unbeknownst to you,
Restricts my path and turns my eyes away
From all that lies before me, good and true;
Cruel Master Love restrains me ere I stray.
Unseen, I walk by your triumphal wheel,
Oh Conqueror of Hearts, as spoils of Fame.
Unheard, I raise my voice in mute appeal,
But swept away, I bind my soul, now tame.
What is choice – when ruled by such passion?
What is love – so branded by obsession?