Dearest Love

She is to me as the air to my lungs,
My sweet love who I shan't ever let leave.
Do not think that I speak with twisted tongues,
My actions are not to be misconceived.
I hold her lose and so dear to my heart
That I would tie her hands and tape her mouth.
I never desire to be apart.
I do not want her to leave and go south.
But I make sure to keep her locked away,
So she cannot leave and simply escape.
As much as she says she wishes to stay,
I still prevent her with ribbon and tape.
She is an angel fallen from above,
So now, she is my own Victim of Love.