In the heart of the room, she hangs,
Tied and bound by her lover's hand.
Her eyes hold secrets yet unseen,
A world beyond our own is dreamed.
The ropes that bind her are a dance,
An artful expression of chance.
She floats like an angel above,
In this moment of truth and love.
The straitjacket is a symbol true,
Of surrender and freedom in view.
Her story is one worth remembering,
A tale of love's sweet redemption.