Binded by fate and cast in chains,
I am now a prisoner of my own claim.
Nothing said or done may break this spell,
A spell so strong I dare not tell.
The beauty I see and pain I feel,
My head is turning like a spinning wheel.
Her graceful walk and gentle touch.
The way my heart beats is all too much.
Love is rare for creatures like me.
A flower like her should always be free.
But these chains on my wrists I now wear,
I will soon make hers to share.
Aphrodite's magic works well, I admit,
But even so, it will be her to submit.
She's warm and frail, but strong in words.
Even so, she must bow to her lord.
She stays with me, no doubt of that.
She will never be taken back.
I know it breaks her heart so kind,
But with these chains, she is always mine.