His cruel Devotion

His love, a fortress built of iron bars, He guards with vigilance, a heart of scars. His loyalty, a chain, a binding vow, Yet cruelty whispers, "No one else, but now." He sees her beauty, a sunlit bloom, But fears the shadows, the encroaching gloom. His jealousy, a serpent, coiled and tight, Squeezing out reason, drowning out the light. He whispers promises, sweet and low, But his touch is cold, a winter's snow. He craves her laughter, her whispered sighs, But his obsession, a storm in her skies. He'll hold her close, a captive queen, His love, a prison, a gilded scene. For in his loyalty, a darkness lies, A cruel devotion, a love that denies. He'll watch her closely, every glance, every word, His heart a cage, his love, a sword. For in his obsession, he'll never see, The freedom she craves, the love she'd be free.