Life begins before you’re born,
A steady rise of hopes,
A castle of dreams,
A body form to live upto these.
“You’re a gem” he says,
making him the artisan,
Taming the rough edges,
Polishing the surface of your flaws.
“You’re my pride” he says,
and the gem glows
like slow embers inside a dark hollow.
“You’re my joy” he says,
Fuelling those flames, inside a shell.
“You’re my treasure” he says,
I can’t let you go,
For falling into the wrong hands,
My end may follow.
“You’re my glory” he says,
Putting you on a pedestal,
But why are you so precious,
He would not know.
“Free me of these binds” you ask once,
To the shock of most,
“Perhaps soon” he says,
Binding you with hope.
“Let me shine” you ask,
For love knows no binds,
“You’re a treasure, my love and your value is infinite”.
“Unshackle me, for these gold binds are no freedom”
“You’re my crown, my darling” he says
“A responsibility -”
“I can’t let you be”
“I can only unburden you off me.”