Love - A Happy Gaol.

The sight of a chain bounded around anyone foists your thoughts with illegality, pain and anguish. A prisoner you may call him or her but for what and of what? You may see the chains but he will not be perturbed, you may feel the pain nevertheless s/he'll not be in anguish, it may be illegal and yet legal. S/He is not bothered by the weight of the chains, the boredom of loneliness nor the shrewdness of the gaoler. To be imprisoned by love? Certainly yes!

You never notice that the prisoner is in chains. The ambivalence of a chain and its accompanying gay. The chains of Love.