She said to him,

“I’ll have you still,
By the pain you’ll feel,
When I twist you,
Where I know you’ll hurt.

I’ll keep you close.
You’ll do my bidding,
By unbroken strings,
Of a simmering hate.”

He said to her,

“It’s too late for that!
I’ve lost my hate.
I’ve mourned my fate.
It’s no longer true,
That I am enchained.”