The Lover's Cage

"Their feet match
And their eyes too
But the head of the sybaritic prince
Is way too high,
Higher than her house's roof!"
Thought they, the ones peeping through.
For all they knew were the retired stories,
Of love dying under princely glories!

But, leaving his palace,
Forgetting his pride...
Around her cage did the prince start to reside.

Day and night did the two dance,
And the cage was now their stage..
Their footsteps, the music,
Their audience be the trees and the stars,
And the lyrics were sung by the birds and flowers!

And they, the dogmatic people, thought they were fools,
For the music could never reach their rooms...

Hence, were these window panes
Worse than the cage in which they lived!
More caged than those lover's cage!

Yes, lovers were they with pure hearts...
Chained within the scary eyes,
Cuffed by the hands of the world,
But, free under the sacred power of love!