Love is just another fetter...

And when it was just about to take a flight,
another shadow hung above it,
resisting its motion...
its foray into a free dive
beyond restrictions and inhibitions into a world of its own.
Wings flutter desperately to expand and
to open up...
claws maneuver their freedom through the thread
eyes wander restlessly in search of help
the neck might as well break with efforts of desperate movement.
Thus, clipped and bound,
a humble soul mourns its longing for love,
for love is just another fetter...
going against the will of aimless wandering
one more shadow that hangs above head,
one more shadow sucking life's nectar...