Fire Element

The Art of Loving Without Chains

by Ysomi

I loved you

not like a flame clings to its wick,

but like the sun

that gives without asking

whether the flower will bloom.

At first, my love sought form

your voice, your eyes, your warmth

and in its seeking,

it began to bind.

Not to you,

but to the feeling of you.

Deeper I went,

and deeper still

till love became the ocean

and you, a single wave.

I feared not losing you,

but losing the ache

that made my soul sing.

But then I knew

it was never you

that stirred the depths.

It was love itself

calling me home.

Attachment whispers,

“Claim, belong,expect.”

But love

true love

says only,

“Give.”

For when I love with open palms,

not fists,

I do not fall.

I rise.

I do not own.

I offer.

And I do not suffer.

I become.

It is not detachment that frees,

but the kind of love

that does not cage.

To love without needing,

to care without clinging,

to give without asking

this is the way of the wise,

the sages, the saints.

Attached detachment

this sacred middle path

where I can feel you fully

yet hold nothing too tight.

So if I love you now,

know this:

You are not my possession.

You are my portal

to something eternal,

vast, and holy.

And even if you go,

I remain

overflowing,

unbroken,

blessed.

Note from Author : 

In the element of Fire, love burns not to possess, but to purify. This poem by Ysomi is a tribute to devotion unbound by chains, radiant in its surrender. Here, love transcends longing, transforming into a sacred offering. In the flame of surrender, Ysomi finds not loss—but luminous becoming.