Survivors

Survivors

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Labors of Love


by Steve King
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I have been reminded
many and enough ways,
that love alone will ever serve
to rectify our days.

Love is a hardening prison:
we toil in passion’s chains;
and when our term at last is spent
we seek that cell again.

Tangled in these fetters
I struggle not so much;
my torture is to languish here,
glad for my jailer’s touch.

I shall never weary
of love’s most shackling songs,
nor wonder, as you’re singing them,
to whom they next belong.