Gilded Cage

Every time I look at her,

my heart breaks a little more.

Her beautiful brown hair,

Her eager brown eyes.

Her rebellious spirit,

One that burns so bright.

Her childish soul,

ever so eager to fly.

Her heart so whole,

Even when the world tried to break it.

Her love so pure,

adding a new allure.

Trapped am I in this gilded cage,

But when she looks at me,

so pretty, and wild and free,

I pretend that the cage has collapsed and is debris.

But she will never be mine,

and I never hers,

For freedom is an illusion,

and the cage still exists,

and when we are pulled away from each other,

Death is all that exists.