Caged Lark

Caged lark
Seizing and Controlling my soul,
Burning passion burning whole
Cold and controlling ,
yet secretly scolding
Tingles afresh ,
mincing the sacred flesh
A look that’ll never grow old,
Glances and Caresses always so bold
Never has been put down,
Yet always has a frown
My soul feels warmed,
Even with his scorn
In his heart,
I’ll always be his lark