Free Yet Bounded


This sickness, the desire of flesh and pleasure.

Is it curable? Is it real?

Born into the generation of speed and restlessness.

Am I confused and lost? What is love?

Love is patient, love is kind.

It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  

It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

It does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

I still question when I have already followed.

My love is beyond my words.

It’s free yet it binds us.

© An Empty Glass, 2015

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