Collector Collected

She was once a spirited soul Trekking along all alone, Many she crossed paths with; Some left an impression on her Some good some bad; But no one stayed for long But one friend or two, Yet none of those that came and went That walked away; crawled away Or were kicked away, Left without a searing pain in their body, They felt the suffering of her loss They would never forget this regret, One day she found another Who could not be chained down; Who felt the ties but fought them; Until even he fell but only on one knee, He would walk alongside but not with her, Because under her strong independence Laid within a submissive acquiescence, A heart longing to belong; and there was one Who had the only key to her beating love, And as she surrendered herself to him The collector had finally been collected...