I feel trapped in this cage,
bound, hands and feet.
I want to send you a message,
but I must respect your space,
as I respect my own.
The minutes stretch long,
too long,
yet they teach me
to love with patience.
Love is freedom,
and time, just an illusion.
I can’t control your choice,
but love must flow.
I don’t write to you,
but my love keeps shining.
