Love, why have I found it now. Why would love make me wait so long through sorrow and pain, and then come so quietly, when I had vowed to turn it away evermore. Love was there, when I looked up. It was not love at first site, no. But slowly as I came to see this love, it wrapped itself around my heart, like the warmth of arms, cradling me in the night. Love has ensnared me now, I am its captive. I have no wish to escape the bonds of love, but only to lie in its arms. May I stay in this blissful captivity always.