In the pursuit of poetry

He thinks I'm a slave in love, a pawn he can forbid as he pleases, commanding me as he pleases. He doesn't know that the heart is fickle, and that God, in the blink of an eye, can change me. That I am free in life, not a slave to enduring harm, nothing can compel me. I've learned from my experiences that trials, like gold, refine me. He squandered the gold, unaware of its value. Damn it; t...