Prison of Love

I glared at her with narrowed eyes as she came in. She was carrying an enormous box with spherical holes in it, showing the inky blackness inside. Maybe, I thought, she would put me in the box and leave me outside. No. She would never let me be free. I was dreaming, dreaming dreams of near paradise. No. She would never let me go. I will be imprisoned by her until I escape this prison called love.