The Siege of Her Heart

By Astha

Her fortress was built of literature and art,

An army of words, and weapons of craft.

He whispered in her ear, “You belong to me,”

And laid his siege upon her unyielding heart.

“Princess, having you captive is an honour;

I am yours—sword and soul—your loyal soldier.

You are my home; I long for thee.

You need not extract an oath from me,” he told her.

Her beauty had been kept under twenty locks in the past,

Yet love breaks through and picks them at last.

They do not merely meet expectations

So far, he exceeds them.

Love’s labour is lost, so is the heart that was held fast.

Now, which way shall she turn? What shall she say?

Her words are done; his lips are conquerors, her lips obey.

By Astha